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room with the kids.
    “Don’t even think about it,” he told her, striding across the floor, removing the box from her hands and setting it on the counter. His hands firmly gripped her shoulders as he looked directly into her eyes.
    “Where did you get that bruise, and why were you crying?” he demanded.
    Maggie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her mind raced frantically to come up with anything other than the truth that would placate him.
    “And it better be the truth,” he growled, reading her face.
    “I…I tripped and fell at work,” she stammered trying to keep her voice from squeaking. Maggie wasn’t sure what he had in mind for that spoon, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it.
    “Fell how?” he asked. Now he had that damn eyebrow raised like he didn’t believe her.
    “What do you mean ‘fell how’?” she scoffed. “How does anyone fall down? I tripped and went splat, that’s how!”
    “All the way, as in your whole body?” he continued questioning her.
    “Yes, Nick, my whole damn body fell. Does that satisfy you?” she asked squirming out of his hands. “Geesh, it’s not a crime to have an accident.”
    “No honey, it’s not. It is a crime, however, to lie right to my face.”
    “I’m not lying,” she told him with her hands on her hips, as if a few seconds ago she hadn’t been feeling a little guilty for the same lie.
    Nick took her arm and led her over to the area behind the breakfast bar. Maggie was short. The bar top came to a few inches below her breasts. The way the kitchen was laid out, anyone coming into the room from the main part of the house would not be able to see anything but the top half of the diminutive woman. And he had plans for the bottom half. Setting the spoon down within reach, he swiftly unsnapped her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Her panties followed immediately while Maggie struggled to get away.
    “Just what in hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed at him, not wanting to do anything to attract the kids.
    “Relax, darlin’, if you’re telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about,” he answered, squatting down on his haunches and inspecting her from the deep bruise on her side all the way down to her knee. There was not another mark on that flawless skin. Nick ran his hand down her back and over her lovely bottom just because he didn’t have the strength not to. His heart was pounding by the time he straightened up.
    “Maggie, if you had fallen as you said you did, hard enough to leave that kind of bruise, there would be other areas, if not injured, at least marked in some way. Now, you have about five seconds to tell me the truth.”
    Maggie bit her lip and glanced down trying to decide what to do. She didn’t need any more trouble at work, and she knew for a fact Nick would be on the phone with Mason so fast her head would spin, but apparently it didn’t matter anyway, her five seconds were up.
    Nick picked up the spoon and began to spank Maggie with sharp little slaps that stung like the devil. The wooden spoon was a wonderful invention, he thought, as she tried to get away. He was very careful not to touch her side. With his arm across her shoulders she was bent slightly forward across the bar, and he had perfect control over where each smack landed. After about twenty, when Maggie was dancing up and down, he paused.
    “There are two things you need to know, Maggie. The first is that if it wasn’t for your side you would be over my knee with your panties around your ankles, getting your bottom blistered with my hand, which I would much prefer. The second thing is that I’m not going to stop until you tell me the truth.” With that, Nick picked up where he left off, making sure he didn’t miss a spot.
    Maggie was beside herself. How could she ever, ever have thought she was jealous of Rebecca? No woman in her right mind would want a man who spanked her, she decided. This was horrifying, and she had