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two-car
garage rolled upward. Once inside he helped her out of the car and through an
inner door. It opened to a short hall that led to a beautifully modern kitchen.
    “This is nice,” Meg said, taking in the extensive cabinets,
gleaming stainless steel appliances, polished granite countertops, hardwood
floors and all the other built-in conveniences.
    “Kind of wasted on me,” Kyle admitted. “I mostly eat out.”
He went to a cabinet, retrieved a couple of miniature wineglasses, pulled out
an amber bottle and poured out an inch or so of thick clear liquid for each of
them.
    When he handed her one of the tiny glasses, she asked, “What
is it?” A distinct smell of orange wasn’t quite overwhelmed by an even stronger
aroma of alcohol.
    “Cointreau,” he said. “You’ll like it. It’ll help steady
your nerves but sip it carefully. It packs quite a punch.”
    Thank goodness she took him at his word and started with a
very small taste. The liquid all but exploded on her tongue. Fire set her taste
buds ablaze and she could feel it heating her throat all the way day. “Yeow.
Wowza,” was all she could say for a couple of minutes. But once the burning had
settled down, it left a nice warmth in her stomach. She took another cautious
sip and this time managed to taste the orange undertones as well as realizing
that it was actually very sweet, almost syrupy. It provided a soothing heat
that spread throughout her system and it did help settle the butterflies
cavorting in her gut.
    His mouth crooked into the most gorgeously appealing grin as
he watched her sip with increasing enthusiasm. “I told you you’d like it.”
    He took her empty glass, his expression becoming serious
again, and set it along with his own back on the counter. “Let’s don’t put it
off any longer. Unless you want to change your mind?”
    “No, but…” All the soothing effect of the liqueur deserted
her at once. Her heart began hammering in her chest and every part of her
shook, even her lips.
    “You’re nervous about it,” he said. “That’s why we need to
get it over with. You’ll feel better afterward.”
    “I will?” Her small laugh had an edge of hysteria.
    “You will,” he promised. “Trust me.” He moved to stand in
front of her. “Let’s go into the living room.”
    Once again she followed him through the main entrance hall
and off to the left, into a living room that screamed “decorator’s design” and
so pristine she doubted he ever used it.
    “I don’t spend much time in here,” he said as if reading her
mind. “We won’t now, either. Just long enough to get this first punishment over
with.” He sat down on a sofa upholstered in cream-colored leather. “Undo the
button on your pants and lower the zipper then lie across my lap, facedown.” He
scooted back far enough that there was room for her to stretch out along the
seat. He adjusted her hips until her bottom sat raised up on his thighs before
he tugged the loose pants down to her knees.
    A tidal wave of emotion rolled over her then helplessness,
shame, embarrassment, fear and an undeniable frisson of excitement. Her stomach
churned through a series of dips and twists while she waited. Tension pulled
all her muscles tight. She fought an urge to cry and wasn’t even sure why. It
felt so unreal, so unbelievable that she’d be in this position. She’d dreamed
about it occasionally and fantasized what it would feel like but she’d never
truly expected to experience it.
    Maybe she knew it would be so terrifying and thrilling at
the same time.
    Warm strong fingers brushed her hips as he reached under the
hem of her plain cotton panties. She wished she’d worn something more
glamorous, something lacy or silky. She hadn’t really believed her day would
end this way when she’d dressed that morning.” A draft blew a cool breeze across
her bare bottom as the panties rolled down her thighs to end up bunched above
her knees.
    “Put your hands down between the