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She swallows hard and quickly looks away from my chest. I can see the effect my body is having on her, just as hers is having on me.

She’s wearing a thin nightgown with an equally flimsy robe that does almost nothing to conceal her. Her full breasts are straining against the fabric, and the sight makes something possessive tighten in my gut. I’m grateful the staff have all retired for the night. If any of my men in this house had seen her like this, I would have been tempted to permanently remove their ability to look at her again.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, voice smaller. “I’ll just… leave you to it.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

The words stop her in her tracks. I walk over to the bench against the wall and sit down, still watching her. After a moment, I tilt my head slightly.

“Come here.”

She approaches slowly, hesitant, until she’s standing between my legs. I pull her down onto my lap. The surprise on her face tells me this wasn’t what she expected.

“You thought I was going to punish you for coming in here after being told to stay away, didn’t you?” I ask.

She nods slowly, then starts to apologize again. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to snoop.”

“But you did. You came in here to snoop after being specifically told to keep out. Your curiosity got the better of you, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“All right then. That curiosity is going to get you punished.” I shift her off my lap. “Get up.”

She stands.

“Strip.”

For a second she hesitates, then her hands move. She slips off the robe first, letting it fall. Next she pushes the narrow straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. The fabric slides down her body and pools at her feet. She steps out of it, completely bare.

Fuck.

She’s gorgeous. The full swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, the neat patch of hair between her thighs, those hips, those thighs. Every inch of her is exactly what I’ve been denying myself for the past three days. I don’t know how I managed to stay away this long.

I pull her back to me and guide her over my knees. My palm comes down on the soft curve of her ass with a smack. She lets out a startled shriek that quickly melts into a moan.

“You were told to stay away,” I say, delivering another firm spank. “Not only did you ignore that, you decided to sneak in and look around.”

Another spank. “How did you get in?”

“Through the door,” she answers, a little breathless.

I click my tongue and spank her again, harder. “Don’t play smart with me. You know what I’m asking.”

“I… I picked the lock,” she admits.

That actually surprises me. My quiet, soft-looking wife knows how to pick a lock.

I spank her again, then soothe the reddened skin with my palm. “So my wife knows how to pick locks. My little criminal-minded wife.”

I keep delivering measured spanks mixed with slow caresses. She’s starting to moan more openly now, and I can feel her shamelessly grinding against my thigh.

“Get up,” I order.

She rises on slightly unsteady legs. I stand as well, drop the towel, and sit back down. My cock is already hard and heavy.

“On your knees.”

She looks a little shy, standing there dazed as her eyes stay fixed on my cock.