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"No!"
Butterflies fluttering, she hurried the few steps and stopped directly in front of him.
"Your discipline will start with some time alone. You will remain in this room, and you will not watch television, or read, or snoop, nor will you open the drapes. You will not remove your shoes, or any other part of your clothing. I will be checking on you from time to time. Any questions?"
"Uh, no, Sir"
"Behave yourself, young lady. I'll know if you don't."
Softly kissing her, he disappeared into the living room, and with nothing to do but wait, she thought she'd take a nap, but after a few minutes she discovered she couldn't relax. Tempted to risk a quick glance through the teasing opening in the drapes, she went so far as to stand in front of them, but her inner voice told her she'd be crazy to disobey him. Returning to the bed, she propped herself with the pillows behind her back and let her mind wander. Her thoughts drifted to her life in the small town, then shifted to the exciting prospect of her visit to London.
The nanny cam disguised as a clock sat on the desk catty-corner against the far wall. For almost thirty-minutes Duncan watched. Brittany behaved exactly as expected. Closing his laptop, he stood up and stretched, drank some water, then strode across to the bedroom door. As he entered, she jumped to her feet and hurried across to hug him.
"I get it. I didn't at first and it seemed like forever, but when I finally sat down and started to relax my mind took me places."
"I know. You did really well. Take a few steps, turn around, lift your skirt around your waist and remain still."
As she did as he instructed, though not sure what to expect, she wasn't prepared for another wait. As the long seconds ticked by, she bit her lip to keep from moving her feet, and was barely able to resist the need to scratch a sudden tickle on her nose. When she finally felt his fingers slip through the sides of her panties, she let out a relieved sigh. slipping them down, he left them around the tops of her thighs.
"For the next twenty-four hours you will not leave this room," he said softly, running his fingers across her naked backside. "I have told you I'm a strict disciplinarian. If things become too much for you, you will say, this is too much for me. Repeat that, please."
"This is too much for me," she managed, finding it difficult to concentrate beyond his tickling fingertips.
"If you say those words I will immediately stop whatever I'm doing and leave. You'll pack your things and return to your cabin. There will be no recriminations, no dramatic goodbyes, no apologies, and we will be over. This isn't a threat, Brittany. If who I am and what I do doesn't fit, there's no point in continuing. I'm giving you an out, and I'm trusting you to be honest."
"Yes, Sir. I understand, and I agree."
He could feel her sincerity, and turning her around, he hugged her tightly, then clutching her hair and tugging it back, he laid his lips on hers. The kiss did not demand or devour, but lovingly lingered, and when he broke away she was breathless.
"Whatever happens," she said softly, "I am in love with you Duncan, and I'll always be grateful that we met."
"And I feel the same. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm ready."
"Your discipline will begin with some unpleasant truths. Raise your hands behind your head, elbows out, kick off your shoes and separate your feet."
Removing her strappy sandals without using her hands wasn't easy, and though she kept hoping he'd offer to help, he stood silently watching her struggle.
"Sir…?"
"You're panicking. Slow down. Think about what you're doing."
Letting out a heavy sigh, she focused her attention on the surprisingly difficult task. Finally succeeding, she smiled up at him.
"Good. Lessons are everywhere. If something challenges you, slow down and take a moment. Eyes on the floor."
Dropping her gaze, his words lingered, but as she reflected he moved slowly around her, reminding her of a great cat circling its prey.
"Brittany, you're a beautiful, intelligent young woman. You are also spoiled and childish, and possess little self-control. You have been without discipline throughout your life, and your constant interruptions show a lack of good manners. Such impolite behavior will not be tolerated."
He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, all the while continuing to circle her.
"You see your conniving ways as clever, but they are the height of dishonesty. Any further attempts at getting what you want through ridiculous schemes will be severely dealt with. I have a variety of canes in my arsenal, and I will not hesitate to use them when necessary. I can assure you, several strokes from any one of them and you will quickly mend your ways. Are we reaching a clearer understanding, Brittany?"
"Yes, Sir."
And she was.
