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She stood her ground, hands on her hips, a nasty sneer on her lips and seeming to radiate through her body. “Yes!”
“Alex,” he groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re just disappointed, you’ll get over it.”
“I will not get over it!” she fumed. “And don’t try to placate me, because I’m not going to be.”
“Now, you’re being selfish and unreasonable.”
“Too bad,” she barked. Grabbing her robe, she strode to the other side of the room heading for the door.
“Don’t you go anywhere!” He stopped her in her tracks.
She turned back. “No. Obviously I’m not going anywhere.”
“Alex!” He leveled her with a pointed stare.
She ignored him and left the room, slamming the door in his face.
The anger crashing through her was so fierce, she knew it went far beyond the immediate situation. The previous night loomed darkly in her mind, but she’d hardly hit the kitchen floor, when Will was on her back again, grabbing an arm and turning her brusquely about.
“I hate slammed doors!”
“I’d slam another on your face right now, if I could.” The bite in her voice was vicious.
“Why are you being this way?”
“I suppose because I’m a self centered bitch,” she answered.
She tried turning away, but Will didn’t allow her much room to move.
“Maybe we could talk about this intelligently, or do you just want to act like a spoiled brat?”
“No, we’re not going to talk about it intelligently. Don’t even bother using your sensibility on me, because I already know exactly what you’re going to say. You’ll tell me how this job is so important, and you need me to understand. And I will, I’ll be charming and forgiving, again, while you’re off to the wilds of Alaska for god knows how long, and you’ve ruined the vacation plans I’ve spent weeks arranging.” She was breathing hard finishing her speech. “Now get your hands off me,” she added, trying to wrench away from his tightening grasp.
“Dammit, I don’t like it when you’re like this,” Will came back.
“You know what, Will? I don’t care.”
“Oh, yes you do.”
“Oh, no I don’t.”
Her next attempt to flee from his grasp was successful, but not for long. The kitchen was too small a place to find an escape, so she bolted through the far door. That was fine with Will. The dining room was better for his purposes anyway; and before Alex could think of another biting retort, he was on her heels, grasping her wrist, then in a chair with her body flung over his lap as easily as a child’s rag doll.
“Damn it, you ass!” she barked, as the first blows of his hand reigned on her bottom. The heated spanks landed so briskly, he didn’t bother to bare her bottom; though that situation was soon remedied. The thin silk garment was readily pushed aside to reveal the ass he knew so well, that had known a good deal of angry punishment in the last year as the two worked out their sometimes tortuous, and often stormy relationship, in many such similar ways.
“You bastard, stop!” she wailed.
“Hell no, you whining brat!” His hand came down, broad and flat and smacking so hard that it stung like the dickens. Painful as it was, it was a good sting. He knew she was hurting more than he was. Her bottom was quickly a flaming pink, turning into a deeper shade of red with each furious spank.
To her further anguish however, Will had pulled a wooden spoon from the kitchen wall as they’d made their hasty exit, and after delivering his message with several dozen old fashioned hand spanks, he changed to the unforgiving wood.
“Noooooooo!” she wailed, as the first of many smacks connected with her burning bottom.
As miserable as the spanking was however, the nature of her protest was starting to change. For that, Will was thankful. Hearing her wails soften, even if it was only a little bit, he was encouraged. He continued spanking her, determined not to give up until he’d knocked all the spitfire and unreasonable fury from her flustered soul. A good several dozen whacks and he finally slowed. Stopping altogether, he laid the wooden spoon on her flaming bottom while he spoke.
“Are you ready to behave reasonably?” he asked.
She was sobbing, and saying something he couldn’t make out, but by her tone he could tell it was conciliatory. She certainly didn’t want the punishment to continue.
