My Sweet Lecturer

Punishment In The Morning

The weather on this morning looks so friendly, clear skies with not too hot sunshine seems very pleasant to explore the city of romance famous for its history. The town of Bath, England, became a place that Regan and Yona wanted to visit as their honeymoon trip together. 

Last night, Regan and Yona arrived in the city of Bath after a very tiring air journey. They both settled in the William Family home which became the family home of Marva William when they were in Bath to manage one of the William Company's corporate branches there.

Even though the morning had turned upside down, the newlyweds still seemed reluctant to open their eyes. The long journey that had drained his energy made them lazy to wake up even though the sun had shown its rays.

Regan hugs his wife even more, hugging Yona's body so tightly as if someone might be able to take Yona away from him.

“Emhh,” murmured Yona stretched her muscles.

The woman opened her eyes, the first sight she currently saw was the peaceful face of her husband while asleep. So calming, it became a new habit for Yona when she opened her eyes the first time, waking up from her dreamland. Yona smiled gently, peeping Regan's lips in love.

“Good morning, Hubby,” say hello Yona smile.

One week of being the wife of a super duper guy is no longer a surprising thing. Yona has been used to all the messiness and mischief of Regan to him for one week as the man's wife. Nothing is different, just their status and their daily activities should be adjusted considering that both are no longer single men or women anymore.

“Good morning, my dear,” replied Regan still closing her eyes, her hand stroking the top of Yona's head gently.

Yona tries to remove the circle of Regan's hand from her waist. But Regan actually tightened her embrace, not wanting Yona to get out of her arms. That's how Regan's been doing for a week. He just wanted to spend his whole life with his wife.

“Ish, get rid of your hands, honey. Not good with the maidservant Kak Marva,” cibir Yona considering they live there.

Indeed Regan's base is looking for an opportunity in narrowness. It seems the man chose the City of Bath as a honeymoon destination not without reason, of course to save his pockets because he married a former International model whose economy is above the status of fairness.

Then Sisil and Nata? They both refuse to take part in Regan and Yona's honeymoon. They did not want to receive any reward for what Sisil and Nata had given to the newlywed couple.

“Kiss me once, later I release you,” said Regan with a hoarse voice typical of people who just woke up from sleep.

Yona snorted, flicking her lips in annoyance at Regan's request.

“Don't start, Honey. Get rid of your hand,” said Yona trying to release her hand.

Regan shook his head, his legs had even pressed down on Yona's legs until the woman who was now his wife could no longer move.

“Do it,” pinta Regan sulks.

Never mind, Yona wouldn't be able to win an argument with Regan. Yona chose to kiss Regan's cheek with a glance.

“Has it?” yona.

Regan opened her eyes. “You are not right, dear,” Regan replied making Yona raise her eyebrows confused.

What is not true? How to kiss that guy?

Regan moves up onto Yona's body. The man smeared his wife's lips. 

“Summit properly, My wife,” said Regan winking seductively.

Yona pushes Regan's body to the side, Regan's hand deftly pulling Yona's nape until their current position is reversed. Yona was on top of Regan's chest, facing her husband's eyes.

“A-what are you doing?” yona asked nervously.

“You,” replied Regan, stroking Yona's cheek then down to the woman's ripe lips.

Yona's body stiffened instantly, Yona tried to get up from her current position.

“I want you,” whispered Regan kissing the niche of Yona's neck, peeping her from the top to the center of her chest.

Regan's hand slipped, groaning to the bottom of Yona's body, playing her hand so skillfully that it was memorized where her wife's sensitive points were.

“Not now, dear,” said Yona stopped Regan's activities at this time, the woman confirmed back her nightgown that had been colonized by her husband's hand.

Regan breaks down in frustration, but her passion is mounting, but Yona stops her.

“Bathing soon, we have to go to Uncle Betrand's house,” said Yona reminded her husband that she had a visit to her father's brother's house in the City of Bath, the brother currently controls the family business in England.

“Go alone!” sahut Regan with ketus.

Regan pulls the blanket over her entire body, not caring about his wife's request to take a bath and prepare for the family's home.

Seeing her husband sulking, Yona giggled amusedly with a small ruckus escaping from her mouth.

“How about in the bathroom?” bargaining Yona just made Regan flick her blanket quickly.

The man's eyes looked at Yona with enthusiasm. “Serious?” regan asked straight up from his sleeping position.

Yona nodded quickly. “Where else would you like to shower if not in the bathroom?” yona looked at her husband, holding back her ready-to-explode laugh, seeing Regan's sudden look on the face listening to his answer.

“What? A shower? Just take a shower yourself there,” Regan replied with a grunt irritatedly staring at his wife.

Yona immediately went down the bed, walking towards the walk in closet to wash her face. The woman smilingly looked at the former possession that Regan had abandoned there. The red marks make Yona happy, a silent witness of her romance with her husband.

“Mrs Reganera, I won't take a shower before you do me!” regan shouted from out there.

Hearing the frustrated screams made Yona smile widely, somehow moments like that felt so sweet that Yona wanted to remember it until later she closed her own life.

Yona came out of the walk in closet, looking at her husband who had curled his body with a blanket so frustrated that the man was holding his own magic.

“I count to three, if you have not entered the bathroom just look out,” said Yona folded her hands to the front of the chest.

“Calculate all you want,” Regan bodo replied very, no matter.

“One ... I never mess with my words, My dear,” said Yona started her count of number one.

Right, Yona was always consistent with his words. 

“Two ...” Yona is still waiting for Regan's movements at this time.

The woman took her breath. “Ti-“ Yona's remarks came to a halt as Regan swiftly carried her body, stopping her final count.

“Kya, where are you taking me?” yona screeched as her body floated in the air.

“Not you asking me to take a shower?” ask Regan back.

“Hah? Then what are you doing Regan? I asked you to take a shower, not me,” Yona said with her eyes widened in surprise.

Regan looked into Yona's eyes. “Give my beautiful wife this punishment for not calling her husband properly,” Regan said meaningfully.

Of course Yona knew what punishment she would receive when Regan mentioned that the man would punish her. 

Yona didn't call him right? Huh! It was all just Regan's alibi so that the man could be spoiled in his wife's body. Ck, you man.