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“Iwarned you, lass.”
I gulp and try to remind myself that Lor works for us, and I don’t answer to him, but he is particularly stern-looking as he takes me by the hand, and I don’t make a peep.
Why don’t I make a peep?
I think some of my docility is due to the hand-holding, which I admit feels a flutter-in-the-belly kind of nice.
“Make sure Lor goes with you to the market,”my mother said when I was getting ready to leave. Like I can no longer go anywhere without the alpha’s brooding shadow. Well, there will be words about his high-handedness when we get home—
“Mind if I use your stockroom? Got a brat in need of correction.”
I blink a few times as my temper rises from mild irritation to boiling point. “How dare—”
“Quiet, lass. You are in enough trouble.”
I snap my mouth shut as the gray-haired greengrocer, whose stall we were passing, chuckles and waves us to proceed like this is a perfectly normal request.
Is this a normal request? How many lasses have been taken into this stockroom for correction?
I don’t have time to worry about this, for I’m inside the room—which definitely looks nothing more sinister than a storage place for fruit and vegetables—and tossed face down over Lor’s lap.
I wriggle and thrash. His big hand connects with my ass.
“Ow!”
“Huff, that did not even hurt,” he mutters, flipping up my skirts and applying his palm to my ass which is now shielded by nothing more than my silk panties.
“Oh!!!”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
“What the fuck were you thinking, leaving the house on your own?”
I wail.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
“Your mother was beside herself when she realized you had gone, and I was not with you.”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
“I’m sorry!”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
“You are not sorry. You are only sorry that you have been caught!”
He’s not entirely wrong. He is also not entirely right. As my bottom burns under his stern chastisement, it’s hard to hold onto pretenses. My wedding and Marshal are a cloud looming over me, and I just wanted to forget and pretend for a little longer and maybe prove to myself that the flutter low in my belly every time I catch a glimpse of Lor is not what I think.
I am sorry that I upset my mother, who deserves better from me.
I am not sorry that Lor caught me, nor even that he spanks me.
As a sob bursts from my chest, I know I’m not crying about the spanking, which, while firm and generating more sting than I expected, is of little consequence besides the ache inside my heart.
The swats stop. He turns me over and presses my cheek against his chest. “There, little one. It is over now.” His deep, rumbly purr is like a balm over the terrible ache, one that soothes yet cannot hope to completely take it away.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “That was foolish and thoughtless of me.”
