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"I, uh, am terribly sorry about this," she stammered. "I can explain."
"Get out of there immediately," he retorted, grabbing her arm. "Go and wait for me in the other room. I'm not even dressed for heaven's sake."
Taking in his naked torso, she ruefully moved past him, but as she did a fierce sting burned across her backside. Squealing in shock she spun around to see a long, thin, polished wooden stick. It took her a moment to realize he was holding a shoe-horn.
"Duncan! Shit!"
"What did you expect? Get yourself into the living room immediately, and don't even think about disappearing."
Hands clutching her bottom, she raced into the lounge.
Though furious, as he quickly dressed his anger gave way to curiosity, but marching into the living room he maintained a stern expression. Perched on the edge of the sofa appearing appropriately ashamed, Brittany stared up at him. He wasn't sure he believed her sheepish expression.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"There's no excuse for what I've done. All I can do is apologize."
"Why the uninvited visit? I'll guess, shall I? You want me to spank you, but instead of allowing things to develop you decided to take matters into your own hands."
"I'm that obvious?"
"Completely transparent. I assume you slipped in while the maid cleaned the room."
"I'm sorry, Duncan, I really am."
"If we were back in London I'd take my cane to your backside. It would be the last time you'd pull such a stunt, I can assure you. Such childish behavior! I can't believe it!"
"Sometimes I do things like this. I can't seem to stop myself."
"Discipline. That's what you need."
"Maybe."
"There's no maybe about it. In a few days I'll be heading back to London and you'll be returning to South Carolina. Perhaps I should spend the next few days taking you in hand."
"Yes, absolutely, yes," she nodded, her butterflies fluttering wildly.
He hadn't meant it as a serious suggestion, and her enthusiastic response caught him by surprise, but the thought of it held great appeal.
"You may be familiar with the adage, be careful what you wish for," he said solemnly. "Yes, I will spank you for this ridiculous prank, but I suspect you'll get more than you anticipated. You must be disciplined, and that, Brittany, is a different matter, very different indeed."
* * * * * * * * * *
With practiced ease Duncan prepared Brittany for punishment. Wrapping the satin sash from his black silk robe around her eyes, he guided her to the side of the couch, and slipping his hands under her dress, he pulled down her knickers, but left them around her thighs. A necktie secured her wrists at the small of her back, then clutching a fistful of hair, he bent her over the cushioned arm of the sofa.
"Duncan, I—"
"Sir!" he said sharply, pushing her skirt over her waist.
"Sir," she said hastily, her face flaming red from the lewd exposure. "I'm truly sorry. I know I—"
A hot slap suddenly landed on her naked backside.
"Ow!"
"No more talking, and if you must squeal, turn your head into the cushion."
"Yes, Sir. Please may I say one more thing?"
