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“About what?”
“Many things,” he said vaguely. “We don’t have to wait until Sammy leaves. Your punishment begins right away. You can start by cleaning this kitchen. Load the dishwasher, put away the condiments, wipe down the counters and table, then mop the floor.” Though she didn’t respond, she didn’t have to. The shocked expression on her face spoke for her. “Not what you were expecting?”
“Uh, not exactly,” she replied. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Everything you need is in the laundry room,” he said, pointing to a door across the kitchen. “Stand up, place your elbows on the table, and arch your back. I’ll give you some incentive.”
“Good grief, I should have known,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing!” she said hastily, rising to her feet and following his instruction.
“This isn’t the time to talk back.”
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“Sir,” he said sharply, landing a hot slap.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, Sir,” she quickly repeated.
“You’re in the habit of being a smartass,” he declared, walking over to the stove and lifting a large wooden spoon from a copper utensil can, “but you’ll start watching your tongue with me, right, Bianca?” he asked, striding back to her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“The first two are for that wisecrack,” he exclaimed, delivering a stinging swat on each cheek. Though she didn’t yelp, he heard a gasp and saw her fists curl into a ball. “I mean business,” he continued, moving the hard spoon from cheek to cheek in a steady rhythm. “I expect this kitchen to be sparkling when you’re done. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good, get started. I’ll be back in a minute.”
* * *
With her backside burning with a prickling heat, Bianca slowly straightened up and watched Nick march away. Though the chore was less than appealing, she was elated. The horrendous drama was over, and in spite of his strict discipline—or perhaps because of it—she was thrilled he had asked her to live with him. Being at the beach would be heaven, especially waking up next to him every morning. She knew Sammy would tell her she was moving too fast, but she couldn’t wait to get away from the family compound, and the thought of being with Nick was a dream come true.
Wanting to catch her breath with a fresh cup of coffee before she started the tedious task, she moved to the counter and poured what was left into a mug, added milk and sugar, and took a drink. As a smile crossed her lips, she idly wondered if there was something wrong with her. She loved being spanked, even when it hurt like hell, but hearing Nick coming down the hall, she hurriedly put down her cup, moved the dirty dishes from the table to the counter above the dishwasher, and lowered the door. Never having loaded a dishwasher before, she was trying to determine what went where when he entered carrying a T-shirt.
“Bianca, what are you doing?”
“I’m about to put the plates in,” she replied, wondering why he was asking.
“They can’t go in like that. You have to throw away any food and rinse them off.”
“Don’t leftovers get cleaned away by the machine, and what’s the point of having a dishwasher if you have to clean the plates first?”
“Bianca, it’s not a garbage disposal.”
“If a person is doing something for the first time you can’t expect them to be an expert,” she retorted, frustrated and embarrassed, “and I’m not being a smartass, I’m stating a fact.”
“You’re right,” he said as he moved closer, “and I won’t assume things in the future. Take off your clothes.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, take off your clothes. I want you to wear this T-shirt.”
“Why? These are mine, not your sister’s. It won’t matter if they get dirty.”
“If you make me repeat myself again, you’ll end up standing in a corner with a very sore ass.”
