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“What? I told you it was dumb, and silly!”
He sobered then, gripping her chin gently. “It’s not silly in the slightest, Kelsey. Thank you for telling me.”
“What was yours then? And don’t make up something I want to hear, either. You probably wished for a muscle car, or a harem. Or a machine gun.”
He chuckled. “All good choices, for sure.”
“It wasn’t any of those?”
“Not even close.” He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down upon her. “What I wished for… was that Kelsey would find the perfect man for her. A man who protected her, took care of her. Kept her in line. Most of all though, a man who would love her… forever.”
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, tears threatening to spill once more. She’d been crying so often since she’d returned to him! But they were, as now, the happiest of tears. “That’s… the most wonderful thing anyone’s ever said to me. You really… wished that?”
“I did.” He kissed her softly. “I love you, Kels. I love you… so much.”
“I love you too, sir.” Then she wrapped herself up in him, grinning ear to ear through joyous, grateful tears, knowing she was where she needed to be. Where she’d always felt safe, warm, and loved.
So loved.
In Uncle Max’s arms.
Epilogue
The worst part was the bug that kept landing on her ass. The buzz wasn’t definitive enough to tell her exactly what it might be, but it sounded a lot like a wasp or a yellow jacket.
The swipe of soft leather against her ass startled her.
“Get outta here!” Max’s deep voice sounded somewhere behind her. “Damned bugs.”
She wanted to ask him what it was, but the sweat-soaked gag held inside her mouth with a leather cord that galled the corners of her mouth ensured she wasn’t going to be asking for anything. Not coherently, anyway.
A hand, warm and callused, smoothed over the tense curve of her right buttock. Her muscles had started trembling several minutes ago, her predicament the quintessence of stress positions.
“Poor little Kelsey.” The hand gave her ass a firm squeeze, and she moaned plaintively. “Maybe next time you’ll remember this whenever you think of slacking off when I assign you chores, hmm?”
“Ess shhr,” she said miserably, her face heating at the gibberish her gag rendered her words into.
Those long, clever fingers of his touched and stroked the marks, still throbbing and hot, that he’d left striping her bottom after her quick little whipping. He’d caught her on her phone in the barn, rather than sweeping the floors inside as she’d been ordered.
He’d said not a word as he’d snatched the phone from her, pocketing it with a dark scowl. Then he’d marched her outside, her hand clasped in his, to the front fence line along the side of his property immediately facing the driveway.
Which is where she found herself at that moment. A couple dozen strokes of a leather strap across her bottom as she leaned over, arms along the top rail, her ass pushed out as if begging for her painful correction, had preceded it.
Then he’d simply said the dreaded words.
“Some time on the fence should help. While you’re there, maybe you can think about how to behave properly.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d corrected her in that way. But it never got easier, or less humiliating.
The press of denim, the bulge at the crotch hard and threatening, rubbing against the obscenely presented seam of her naked sex, brought her back to the present. “Getting plenty of sun as it is. Can’t have wasps stinging an already nicely stinging bottom, can we?”
She shivered at that, his hands lifting both of her bottom cheeks in his hands, the strong fingers massaging them, almost to the point of pain, her strap marks burning whenever he touched one.
He tugged on the slender length of metal bisecting the divide of her buttocks, the stout end of the hook, a thick steel ball, ensconced firmly inside her rectum, making her groan as it moved. It reawakened disturbing—but not totally unpleasant feelings—inside her very full bottom.
“Is your hook tolerable, dear?”
“Essh shhr.” They both knew it was a lie, but she knew he enjoyed asking the question anyway.
