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“You, speechless.”
Her face flushed red.
“I’ll text Joe and tell him to stop off here when he arrives and drive it up to the house. Are you ready to go?”
“Uh-huh, and thanks again.”
It was all she could manage.
“How’s your shoulder?” he asked, sliding his arm around her waist as they started back. “Did that Arnica cream help?”
“I think it did.”
“I’ll rub some more in when we’re settled.”
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves, but he kept swishing the switch, then gave her a wink as he tossed it in the back seat of the SUV.
She could imagine the fierce sting, and though she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind as he rolled up the driveway, it was impossible.
“Do you remember where I found you?” he asked, breaking into her anxious pondering.
“I’m not sure I could pick the exact tree.”
“I can,” he said confidently, grinning at her as he pulled to a stop outside the lodge.
They stepped from the car, but the moment they walked inside, he scooped her up and carried her to the kitchen.
“Is this really necessary?” she squeaked, her heart racing as he opened the door to the basement.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Cautiously moving down the steps and across to the spanking bench, he set her gently on her feet.
“Kneel on the seat, lower your jeans to your thighs, then bend over and close your eyes. I’ll be back in a minute.”
* * *
Quickly returning to the SUV, Marco picked up their luggage and the long, thin stick, deposited the bags in his bedroom, then headed to the kitchen. Though barely a week had passed since he’d discovered Steph hiding behind the tree, it felt like months. He grinned at the memory. He’d had no idea she was Stephania Grassi, the orange-haired, crazy teenager.
She still had the wild streak.
He was a dominant, but he wasn’t a bully.
Though he would give her the boundaries she needed, reining in her rebellious nature would ultimately be her choice.
Trotting down the stairs into the basement, he found her waiting as he’d instructed. Bent over, her jeans around her legs, and her panties still in place. Wordlessly standing at her side, he glided the switch across her backside.
She gasped.
But he didn’t land a stinging crack.
Continuing to slide it back and forth, he finally yanked her underwear into the dark cleft between her cheeks, delivered a series of light, tickling taps, then abruptly moving away, he placed it on the nearby cabinet. Glancing back at her and watching her wriggle, he knew she was anxious and confused.
Anticipation was a powerful tool.
Opening a drawer and retrieving a heavy flogger, he stepped back to her side and draped the leather tongues over her cheeks.
“Do you know what this is?”
