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“I suppose I can jog over to Jason’s,” he said. “I’m sure he has plenty of implements, seeing how his wife is as sassy as you are.”
“Wait!” she yelled, shocking herself again. Logan paused, one arm in the shirt. “I mean, it might look strange to see a man in a tux jogging. Maybe I can find something here,” she suggested.
Logan looked as if he were considering it. “Though I don’t care what anyone thinks of my attire when I’m on a mission, I’ll give you five minutes,” he said, “If you can’t find something suitable by then, I’ll run down to Jason’s.”
She leapt off the bed, tossing the pillow behind her, ignoring his smile as she flew out of the bedroom. The sound of doors and cabinets opening and slamming in the bathroom filled the apartment. She heard him chuckle from where he was leaning against the doorframe to watch her progress. Failure in the bathroom caused her to race into her office. It got quiet for just a moment as she considered if one of the flooring samples would do. Shuddering, she decided it definitely would not.
“Three minutes,” he called out and she shrieked and sprinted out of the office, her long hair streaming out behind her. Elizabeth raced through the living room into the kitchen. She opened doors, hoping to see some object appear that she wasn’t aware she owned. When that didn’t happen, she began to dig through her cooking utensils, briefly considered a spatula, but discarded it. It was heavy aluminum and had holes in it. She couldn’t imagine it being applied to her bottom.
“Two minutes,” she heard and moaned. She dug underneath the sink before slamming the doors closed. She was out of breath when she spotted her bread machine.
“One minute.”
Shrieking again, she snatched the breadboard and raced down the hall, running directly into the muscular chest of her Dom. “Here…” she panted, bending over slightly as she tried to catch her breath.
Logan hefted the heavy board in his hand and crooked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart,” he said, and she looked up at him. “I might use this on some guy if I was into that, but this is way too much for your little ass.”
Elizabeth was torn between pleasure that Logan thought she had a little butt and panic that he would finish dressing, go inform Jason that he had a naughty sub just waiting for a good spanking, and could he please borrow a paddle. She grabbed the board and raced back toward the kitchen.
“Thirty seconds left,” he called, his tone indicating he was enjoying this game.
Hearing the breadboard was too heavy had given Elizabeth an idea. She tossed it onto the couch as she turned to face the shelves that held her books and various items she had collected. She stood on her tiptoes and stretched.
“Ten seconds. I’m gonna go finish dressing.”
“Wait! Logan! Help!”
His footsteps pounded the floor as he raced down the hall and he was almost to the kitchen when she squealed again. “Over here.” He whipped around and his eyes grew huge when he saw her.
She’d placed one foot on the arm of the couch, the other actually on one of the shelves of the bookcase as she attempted to reach something that was still several inches over her head. “I can’t reach it. Can you…”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish. In three large strides he had his hands around her waist and grabbed her off her perch. Without a moment’s pause, he set his foot on the trunk, bent her over his thigh and slapped her bottom hard and fast with the palm of his hand.
“Owww!” she squealed, as his hand pelted her ass. “Stop! Stop! I-I found it!”
“Don’t. You. Ever. Ever. Do. That. Again,” he said, punctuating each word with a smack before he set her on her feet.
Her hands flew behind her to rub frantically at her bottom. “Owww,” she said, again. “I was just trying…” She stopped, seeing his face, realizing that she had frightened him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess that was kinda a dumb idea.”
“Kinda? There’s nokindaabout it, young lady. You practically gave me a heart attack thinking you were going to fall and hit your head on the corner of the table.”
“I’m really sorry,” she repeated and then pointed to the item she’d been trying to retrieve. “Would that work?”
He turned to look where she was pointing to the top shelf. He looked back at her as if she were crazy. “This?” he said, easily reaching up and touching it.
“Yes!” she said, smiling broadly.
He obviously didn’t understand her excitement but shrugged and lifted it from the shelf. Feeling its weight, he said, “If this had fallen—”
“It didn’t—” His growl and look had her changing direction. “I won’t ever climb the shelves again, I swear!” she quickly promised.
“You do and I promise you won’t sit for a week,” he said, hefting it again. “Elizabeth, why in the hell do you think I am going to paddle you with this box?” he asked, turning to hand it to her.
She shook her head. “It’s not a box, Sir,” she said, as she set it on the trunk. “It’s an antique butter mold.”
Logan’s expression said he still had no idea what she was talking about. Elizabeth looked at him and smiled before lifting the top that covered a smaller base. “You would put the butter you churned into here and then take this,” she said removing a smaller piece from inside the lid, “and smooth out the butter. Then you would—”
“Oh, I get it now,” he interrupted when she mimicked using the small wooden paddle. He reached and took it from her.
