The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 596

He looked at the ruler in Lyra's hand. His body tensed almost immediately, and he asked by a fluke, "How do you want ... to punish me?"

Lyra pressed the end of the ruler gently against his chin, " You volunteer to be punished. It's hard to turn down the warm-hearted offer. So, I have to be the villain."

Malcolm was wordless.

Lyra continued, "What do you think the punishment should be for this one?"

Malcolm barely needed to think and answered honestly, "My whole body is exclusive to you. You can punish me in any way you want."

"Is that so?"

Lyra raised her eyebrows badly and recklessly.

Holding the ruler, she slowly moved down and gently poked Malcolm between the legs.

"Can you be punished here too?"

Malcolm's entire body shuddered and was in horror, "No. This is about our eternal happiness. No punishing, only doting."

Lyra: "You made a mistake and you still want to be doted? And still want to have sex comfortably?"

His face was lovable and he quickly came over and kissed Lyra on the cheek ingratiatingly, "I don't dare. It's all up to you."

Lyra's anger had mostly subsided.

Although she was annoyed Malcolm deliberately concealed and did not give an honest account of the fact that a girl was chasing him, she believed that Malcolm would not dare to do anything bad behind her back.

She believed in Malcolm's love for her, but that didn't mean she'll let him off easy tonight.

Couples should be honest with each other. This truth had to be taught to him.

With that in mind, she grimaced and poked at the buttons on the collar of Malcolm's shirt.

"The old rule, strip yourself."

Malcolm did not hesitate at all. He immediately unbuttoned and took off the shirt.

His perfect body shape and delicate abs were revealed. His skin was till tanned which caused in the border, and the color looked like honey, which embodied extreme sexiness.

When he didn't continue, Lyra decided to nudge the belt around his waist with the ruler, "Forgot again? Do you want me to help you?"

Malcolm had to continue to take off his pants, and after stripping himself, he reverted to a proper and disciplined kneeling position.

Lyra continued nudging his left arm with the ruler, "Reach out."

Malcolm dutifully did so, spreading his left palm out and handing it to her.

Lyra face looked ferociously horrible. Decisively waving her arm, she raised the ruler high, which looked particularly frightening, as if his palm would experience the sharp pain like being burned with sizzling oil.

Malcolm swallowed hard and withdrew his left hand back, "Babe, how many time do you want to beat me tonight? First ... give me an accurate number, so I can be mentally prepared."

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and nudged his arm with the ruler again, gesturing for him to put his hand out.

"Tonight, without counting. I'll beat you until you sincerely admit your mistake."

Malcolm had just put his left hand out, and upon hearing her words, as if he had found a savior, he "rescued" his hand back.

"I'm sorry. I really know I'm wrong. From now on, I absolutely dare not hide it from you. And I will not have any out-of-the-ordinary actions outside behind your back. I'm sincere."

Lyra was not quite satisfied, "You haven't been beaten yet but admit your fault so soon. Obviously, you're very perfunctory. I'll serve you ten appetizers first."

Malcolm was speechless.

He was so aggrieved that he could only meekly extend his hand.

Watching Lyra swing the ruler once again, he closed his eyes tightly and waited for the sharp pain to sweep over him.

One second.

Two seconds.

...

Because his eyes were closed, all of his sensitive points converged on his palm at this point, and his jawline was taut.

But to his surprise, what landed in his palm was not a vicious ruler, but the touch of soft lips.

He was slightly startled and opened his eyes abruptly to see Lyra holding his left hand and kissing it ten times very seriously.

Obviously, she was doing a very gentle and spoiling action. However, when Lyra kissed his palm, her expression was still fierce, like a furious kitten.