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“I was trying to make a point,” Alex came back, more adamantly this time. She was rising from the table, taking her plate to the kitchen when Will reached for her arm and the plate clattered to the floor.
“You forgot what I told you?” he asked her.
“Forgot what?” she asked.
“Maybe Reggie and Jocelyn would like to see the cane on your ass.”
“I wasn’t trying to be rude or flip,” she answered exasperated, though her tone was conciliatory.
“Go get the cane,” he said.
“But…”
“Doesn’t matter, I’ve decided anyway. You’ve annoyed me, brat. I’ve ignored far too long… but not today.”
“But with company, please,” she whined.
“Good god, Reggie’s probably taken care of your butt more than I have, and Jocelyn gets her ass end paddled. I don’t think there’s any reason to hold back on that account.”
“Oh but…” She tried to wrench away from his firm grip.
“Go get the cane, Alexandra,” Reggie’s voice shot out with its familiar air of authority.
For an instant the rebelling blonde was in the middle of a nasty quandary…
…One Jocelyn could relate to. The redhead shivered herself, knowing that Alex was not going to win any battle here. She dreaded the outcome she was sure to witness.
“I don’t really want to see this,” Jocelyn whispered squeamishly to Reggie.
“You can damn well stay here and see it, unless, of course, you want to be the center of attention?”
Jocelyn was instantly silenced. She thought of the horrible punishment scene she’d witness in Germany. But that had been theatre, an offbeat S&M club. Here in someone’s house, it was like walking into their bedroom, or worse.
When Alex returned with the cane, Jocelyn relived the moment of her own caning, as she watched the sassy blonde ordered to bend over. Right there at the dinner table, Will rose, approached his wife’s rear and began to lay nine sharp cuts across the Alex’s white behind. Why nine, that number was a secret between husband and wife that neither guest was privy to.
Jocelyn was horrified by the way the red lines appeared on the surface of Alex’s fair skin. They stood out as brash statements of her surrender. It was an unwilling surrender, Jocelyn could see the defiance in her, desiring insurrection; but it wouldn’t happen this day. She thought the once sweet Will as ruthless her own Reggie. Maybe it was easier that Reggie didn’t cloak his dominance with all that warmth. It might be easier to know where she stood. Then again, Reggie could be as impulsive as this man was. Perhaps that was a trait of dominant men, they didn’t deny their whims, their darkest impulses turned into fact with a turn of a phrase, a glance of the eye, or a sudden command.
Each line on Alex’s bottom drew a passionate wail from the woman. The tears she’d shed before they arrived were obviously flowing again.
Such humiliation!
Jocelyn wanted leave, but she didn’t dare. She was ready to leap to her feet, but Reggie would only have brought her back with a firm hand. She had the distinct impression that he’d live up to his word and cane her here, too, if she tried to bolt. They were a cozy group with similar bizarre inclinations, and if Reggie wanted to take her a step further in her initiation into his world, this would certainly be a perfect place. It even crossed her mind that she had been set up to see this performance, though she could hardly believe that Alex would consent to this treatment just for her benefit.
The seventh cut made Jocelyn jerk away as if was happening to her. It was so fierce that it practically knocked Alex from her feet. The blonde started to bolt, but Reggie, not Will, lurched forward and grabbed her by the arm. There was an instant when their eyes met, Reggie capturing the not so submissive woman in a deadly stare. What Jocelyn witnessed was the hold her lover had over the woman – one that perhaps even Will didn’t have.
“You’re fighting it again, Alexandra. Don’t,” he said in his steeliest voice, as his eyes made a cold journey into her mind.
The comment was all she required for Alex let go her fight and resumed her position. The last cuts paled in comparison to the earlier ones. The confrontation was obviously over.
***
Jocelyn and Reggie drove away from the Kozak’s apartment in silence.
“You’re quiet,” Reggie finally broke the silence, noting his normally loquacious Jocelyn was in a sullen pensive mood.
“Lots to think about,” she said.
“My friends disturb you?”
