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"Where the hell have you been?" he roared, when she stepped inside. All the emotion, the fear, worry and near panic channeled into a frenzied rage. His dark Italian eyes were flashing darts.
"Tony!" She almost looked surprised to see him.
"Where the hell have you been?"
In a split second it dawned on her the late hour, and the obvious effect it had on her husband's mood. Her mind was crazily working to formulate a suitable explanation; though her efforts were too late.
"Go up to the bedroom and bring down the leather spanker," he ordered her.
"Tony, let me explain," she urged him.
He backed off only briefly.
"Were you in an accident?" he interrogated her.
"No."
"Was there some emergency?" he probed further.
"No, but . . . ."
"Did you forget to call?"
"Yes, but . . . "
"No buts, get the paddle." His eyes were so dark, his demeanor so intense, she knew he wouldn't have listened to another word from her. In the old days, before spanking, he would have been in his office with the door slammed in her face. This should be an improvement, though not one she was looking forward to; not when Tony was so furious with her. She'd never seen him so enraged, and she shivered with the chilling thoughts that played terrible games through her head. This would hardly be a repeat of the lusty scenario the night before.
Melanie raced upstairs, her heart pounding hard and fast. Maybe this was a small price to pay for the great revelations she had had that day. Tony was angry, and would likely be even more angry when she made her announcement. Let him get this off his chest first. Her mind raced with the thought of the stunning decision she'd made, while in her gut, she knew she was doing the right thing—the only thing she could do.
Returning with Aunt Daisy's leather paddle, Melanie slipped into Tony's study seeing the light on. He was waiting for her there.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
"I lost track of time," she admitted. She could have put up a better excuse, but she was a horrible liar, and was not too good at thinking on her feet.
"Dammit, Melanie, how could you be so thoughtless?" he exclaimed. He didn't seem so angry as he appeared hurt.
"I'm sorry."
His glare cut her to the bone.
"I suppose I should ask you, why?" he said, as the first wave of fury was beginning to pass.
"Maybe we'd both feel better if you went ahead and punished me," Melanie offered. She wasn't ready to tell him the news, not yet."
"You mean, I don't want to hear your explanation for your day?" he speculated correctly.
"Maybe not."
His look became even more dour. "Then bend over the desk, and drop your pants. And you'd better not be thinking about sex with this one," he warned.
From start to finish, it was clear, the punishment would be severe.
Once Melanie's fair cheeks were bared and prominently displayed, Tony let the heavy leather implement fly.
"There's no excuse for your thoughtless!" he said angrily, as he laid on the first blow. A dozen smacks followed before he said anything else.
"Oh! Please!" she wailed. From the very first, her bottom burned. It must be all the guilt making it worse.
