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weeks, and as he’d told her, he did not hold prior purchases against her. But he couldn’t abide the fact she’d withheld the information when he’d handed her a get-out-of-jail-free card, hidden the evidence, and lied to his face. When he’d looked at the receipt, his heart had sunk, and for a moment he questioned if domestic discipline wasn’t an exercise in futility. But he’d read genuine remorse on her face and realized she had fessed up. A little late, but she’d done it. And she had been so good the past two weeks, he’d even rewarded her. He’d kept tabs on their credit card usage, and she hadn’t bought anything but groceries.
    But she needed to be disciplined. As this would be her first punishment spanking, an important precedent would be set. He needed to decide how to do it and how harsh to be.
    He half wished she’d withheld her confession a tad longer. He’d planned to give the minx the fucking she deserved. She’d omitted panties! He smiled and shook his head. He’d gone from zero to hard when he lifted her skirt to swat her tush and found her bare-assed, her sweet pussy exposed. To teach her a lesson, he’d permitted her to go out in public without underwear to let her worry about possible public exposure.
    The joke was on him. Her pantieless condition had consumed his thoughts, stirring fantasies. If he’d slipped his hand under her skirt, would he have found her naked cunt as wet as it had been every other time he’d touched her these past two weeks? What if he dragged her to the restaurant hallway, raised her skirt, and took her against the wall? Or fucked her on the hood of the car as motorists tooted encouragement?
    Her consent to be taken in hand at his discretion had awakened not only a sexual insatiability but also dominance in him, which expressed itself outside and inside the bedroom. Her submission during their sexual encounters filled him with satisfaction. And every time he dominated her and found her wet and wanton, her body begging for it, it bound him to her.
    The crack of his palm smacking her ass and her gasps and whimpers played like music to his ears; the blush of her rounded bottom as it quivered under his hand provided beauty to his eyes. He found many excuses to slap her ass. But until now it had been all in fun.
    For the first time, he would punish her for real. They had reached a turning point in their marriage.

Chapter Five
    Linc set his grandmother’s wooden ladder-back chair beside the bed, retrieved his belt from the floor, and set it next to the chair.
    Gina huddled in the corner as he’d left her, but hiccups shook her shoulders, and she emitted sniffling noises. The light, playful smacks he’d given her before dinner hadn’t marked her with any color, but that would soon change. Her sexy bottom would blush very red indeed. He wished it was the result of an erotic spanking and not punishment, but he had to follow through.
    “Turn around,” he said.
    She did. Wetness trickled from her eyes. Her lower lip, swollen as if she’d worried it with her teeth, quivered. He disliked seeing her cry, but more tears were yet to come before the evening ended.
    “Are you afraid of me?” he asked.
    She wiped her eyes and shook her head. “No… Maybe.” She peered at him through a veil of hair. “Not you so much as the spanking itself.”
    Her answer reassured him. Domestic discipline shouldn’t make her fear him, but she should have a healthy respect for the consequences of disobedience, disrespect, and dishonesty.
    “And I’m upset that I let you down. That I disappointed you,” she added.
    He held his arms open. “Come here.” She ran to him, and he embraced her. She buried her face against his neck and shoulder; her tears dampened his skin. “I did some reflection too. I’m not disappointed in you. I’m proud of your restraint these last two weeks,” he said. “But your lack of communication and your dishonesty need to be addressed.”
    “I know.”