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the punishments just as much as the gentle times, for both instances were proof of how much he cared for her.
    “Is something wrong?” Edwin asked, pushing away his empty plate.
    Rhiannon looked up, upset with herself for being so obvious. “I, um, it’s nothing,” she finally answered, looking down at the table to avoid his burning gaze.
    “Tell me,” he said, the tone in his voice edging toward a command.
    She looked up at her husband, feeling very small and wishing she could just sink into her chair and away from his piercing eyes. But he knew there was something on her mind.
    “I just wanted to tell you something, but I feel quite silly saying it out loud.”
    Edwin looked curious. “Don’t feel silly. Please, go on.”
    Rhiannon feared she would stutter and stammer over every word, so she blurted out her thoughts quickly. “I just wanted to tell you how much I care about you. You’re a good man to track me down and save a member of my family who wronged you greatly. And I wanted to tell you that I even love the punishments you give me, because I know that you only spank me when I truly deserve it. And I just…I just care about you so much. I love you, even.”
    Edwin smiled and reached to wipe at the tears slipping down her cheek. “I love you too,” he said.  “You’re a sweet lass and I’m lucky to call you mine, and I look forward to the day we will walk into Stretta together.”
    Rhiannon beamed inwardly to hear him say it out loud, and she smiled back.
    “And I enjoy spanking you, Rhiannon.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t enjoy causing you pain, little human, but I do like causing your bottom to wiggle and redden under my hand. And most times, when your punishment is over, I cannot keep myself from taking you. Haven’t you noticed that?”
    Rhiannon blushed crimson. “Yes, I thought there might be a connection.” They both laughed at that.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    The weather grew colder and Edwin’s hunting trips often lasted the entire day, occasionally overnight. Rhiannon missed him greatly, and it was hard to satisfy her boredom. Other than cooking and cleaning, there wasn’t much else to be done inside the cabin. The previous occupant hadn’t even left behind any books or handiwork supplies. Despite her protests, Edwin wouldn’t even permit her to go outside long enough to reset the blue turkey traps near the trees surrounding their tiny abode.
    On the third night of a long snowstorm, Edwin returned to the cabin after his longest hunting trip yet. With many of the animals hiding out during the harsh weather, food had been scarce as of late. While Rhiannon knew she would be dead without Edwin to take care of her, she came to resent the words, “I’m going hunting today.”
    “Why are you being so quiet?” Edwin asked as they lay in front of the fire that night.
    “I’m trying to sleep,” replied Rhiannon.
    “That may be so,” said Edwin, “but you’ve been short with me all evening. I’ve noticed you rolling your eyes at me on more than one occasion, and I’ve heard you mumbling unkind words.”
    Rhiannon stiffened. Edwin was right; she had been doing those things. But how was she to know his vision and hearing could be so perfect, even across the room? The cabin was dim with only a few candles lit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she finally said, unwilling to admit her sorrow to Edwin.
    Before she could protest, Edwin rolled her onto her stomach and administered several heavy blows to her backside. She hadn’t been spanked in a while, and these smacks stung her bottom greatly. She gasped and cried out, suddenly very angry at her husband. So what if she had done these things? It’s not as if she’d ventured outside or directly talked back to him.
    “Stop!” she screamed angrily, and slipped a hand back to protect her bottom.
    Edwin drew her up on his lap, firmly gripping her shoulders in his large Crigon hands. “I know you