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“And this?”
Brightly colored paper was everywhere. Green florist wire, tape, and scissors lay on the pillows at the head of the bed. Tissue paper flowers in various stages of completion lay across the bed, window seat, bureau, and floor. It was like stepping into a flower garden… albeit one that looked a little messy.
“These are for the Mexican-themed dinner.”
“The one at the end of the month, correct?”
I nodded, not surprised that he remembered as he didn’t seem to ever forget anything.
“How many flowers are you making?”
“Um, a lot… it’s a big room and we decided to use them as centerpieces on each table and make a big arch where people can have their picture taken. We’re going to have piñatas for the children.”
“How many is a lot, Hannah?”
I couldn’t help but fidget a bit. “A thousand?” I could practically see him counting the flowers visible, knowing there were no more than a hundred done.
“And you don’t have any help? The party is in two weeks.”
Why that surprised me, I really didn’t know. I’d known the date but to realize that the many weeks I’d thought I’d had were down to two was a bit scary.
“Um…”
“Let me guess. You decided that your team didn’t make the flowers as well as you could so you decided to take on that responsibility as well?”
“You should have seen theirs,” I said, taking advantage of his suggestion as my reason. “Exactly! They were pretty awful and…”
His expression told me he didn’t particularly care that I wanted perfect flowers. Without a word, he took my hand again and led me back through the house into the utility room. I had to fight not to just shut my eyes as I was pretty sure what he’d be asking next.
“What is this?”
Sure enough, he was pointing to the basket containing his uniforms that I’d totally forgotten to take to the dry cleaners.
“I’m sorry; I meant to take those yesterday.”
“And these?” He pointed to two more baskets that were full of laundry waiting to be ironed.
“I washed those and just need to finish ironing them for the officers’ wives’ tea.” Before he could drag me to another area of our house, I conceded. “Okay, I’m a little behind, but that doesn’t mean I can’t catch up.”
“You are not a little behind, Hannah. You’ve fallen overboard and have been fighting against the current for far too long.” Taking my hand again, he led me back into the living room. After taking a seat on the couch, he pulled me to stand between his legs.
I discovered there was something more embarrassing than knowing I’d been walking around the house half naked. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me nude, we were married after all, but now he had an unobstructed, up close and personal view of my pussy and it wasn’t because we were going to enjoy hot monkey sex. The only thing I could be grateful for was that he wouldn’t see the dampness that had gathered between my legs. My arousal had died as he’d made me face all the things I’d promised to do that were undone and were actually stressing me to the max.
“The good news is that you finally had the sense to come up for air and ask for help. I’m going to be your lifeboat, and you are going to learn never again to jump into the deep end without someone to be there for support.”
That actually made sense and sounded good. I was about to agree when he gave his next command.
“All right, put yourself over my knee.”
I’d known this was coming, he’d not been the least bit unclear, and yet… I could only stare at his leg, my feet rooted to the floor. “Brett… please—”
“No, not Brett, and not Major Brett. But to make sure that you are in the correct mindset during these sessions, and anytime you are being punished, you’ll address me as we agreed.”
“But that was just a… a joke. I can’t call you Daddy. I’m not some child—”
“You’re not actually a child, but you are acting like one. Not only are you now enrolled in my boot camp, we’ve already made this decision. We agreed that while ‘sir’ is a term of respect, being in the military, you hear it too often. You wanted something unique to the two of us. A term that would instantly remind you that you are not in control when it’s necessary that you be disciplined. Correct?”
I couldn’t deny that I’d said those things, or that I heard ‘sir’ a hundred times a day around the base. Standing in front of the man who was going to punish me, I also couldn’t deny that his expression, his very tone was coming from a place of authority I’d never experienced, even as a kid.
