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there was one more thing he wanted to research a little bit more before he left: the issue of a discipline spanking.
    It was all well and good to smack her butt during sex.  Clearly she loved it, as did he.  But spanking for punishment?  He wasn’t sure if it was something he was prepared to do, or even wanted to.  He needed clarification – a better handle on it – before returning home.
    There was a great deal of information available but the more he read the more confused he became, until he decided to end his late afternoon foray into the world of BDSM by reading a ‘confession’ story.  It was as if it had been written just for him.  Penned by a submissive, it talked about her need for regular discipline.  Though she might dread the hairbrush or the crop or the paddle, each corrective punishment made her feel whole and relieved, and her Dominant had broken her of most of her bad habits.  It was a simple tale.  A sincere one.  All the articles and features went out the window.  A submissive and her truth, it spoke to him.
    Emily and her foibles: the dishes left ‘soaking’, the clothes she would leave strewn about, and of course her tardiness.  He couldn’t remember the last time she had not kept him waiting. 
    It was a turning point for Scott.  He would have no trouble spanking her cute little ass for every one of those misdemeanors.  Not only would he not have any problem – he was really looking forward to it.
    Locking up the shop he felt invigorated and motivated.  He wasn’t intending to spank her soundly that evening, but it would happen, and he was determined it would happen sooner, rather than later.
    At 6:15 Emily was scurrying around their house.  She didn’t know why, but she wanted everything spic and span.  Domestic duties were not her strong point, not by a long shot, but she vacuumed and put away her clothes, tidied up his surfing magazines and her fashion ones as well.  She wiped down the counters in the kitchen and changed the sheets on the bed.  She was a nervous Nellie to be sure, and when she finally finished it was 6:45.  She only had 10 minutes to shower, change and apply fresh make up.
    Oh my gosh, she yelled to no one as she dashed into the bathroom.  I’ll never make it!
    At precisely 6:55, Scott climbed from his truck carrying a paper sack and entered from the garage into the kitchen.  He stopped, glancing around.  Something was different.  It took a minute before he realized the kitchen had been completely cleaned up. 
    That’s interesting, he thought as he meandered into the living area.  Emily was sitting in the armchair in the requested bra and panties.  She smiled at him and he walked forward, dropping the package on the sofa.  Looking across the room he saw it too had been straightened up, and vacuumed. 
    “Hey Bunny.  Place looks great. You’ve been busy.” he said, leaning down and kissing her on the lips.
    “Thanks,” she whispered.  She was out of breath, having sat down just seconds before he walked in.
    “I have something for you,” he said sweetly.  “Something I think you’ll like.”
    “Cool,” she replied, and lifted her arms to place them around his neck, but he grabbed her wrists and gently lowered them down.
    “Uh uh – nope.  Not yet,” he said, placing them back on the arms of the chair.
    Oh my God.  Scotty, I love this! 
    She watched as he sat on the couch and reached into the bag, then paused, looking across at her.
    “Close your eyes, Bunny.  Don’t want to ruin the surprise!”
    Emily’s heart was racing as she did as he said.  She could hear the rustling of the paper, then more rustling.  It sounded like cellophane being ripped open.  He was walking to her now, and something was being placed...
    ... OH MY GOD...  A Blindfold.  Aaaarrgghhh.... I can’t believe it!
    “How does that feel?” he asked, kissing the top of her shoulder.
    “Scotty,” she stammered.  “It’s very – uh exciting.  I