After a tussle, Thawin manages to get Punn under control, Punn’s wrists manacled in dark red rings from Thawin’s grip. Punn is bent over the couch in Thawin’s office now, breathing hard, awaiting Thawin’s punishment.
“Nong,” Thawin says, emphasizing the word. “Do you know what happens to naughty children?”
“I’m not a child,” Punn spits.
Thawin laughs. “Of course not. But you didn’t answer the question.”
A harsh spank sparks stars behind Punn’s eyes, embarrassment warring with something else. “You’re going to spank me, Khun Thawin? Really?”
“Mhm.” Another strike. Then another.
Punn grits his teeth.