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ignoring your common sense, and doing something you suspected wasn’t right? You should always listen to that inner voice—it’s usually right. Ignoring that voice puts you at risk. In the marriage I had with Anne, she would’ve been punished for such behavior. Probably with that flogger you found in the closet.”
    Her throat moved as she swallowed hard. Her bright blush flooded up from her neck, tinting her cheeks scarlet.
    “I’ve b-been in a Dom and s-sub relationship in my past. I’m… submissive. I know about punishments, rules, and serving.” She stared at the floor.
    A Sub? I have a Swedish Nanny and Sub in my house!
    “You’re a sub?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “How long has it been since you were in this D/s relationship?” He reached for his beer and took a swig from it, trying to suppress his urge to cheer. Instantly, he felt guilty, as if such thoughts were a betrayal of Anne.
    “I’ve been alone for almost a year.”
    “So, it’s been a while since you’ve had to submit, since you’ve been punished for breaking rules? It’s important that a sub continue with her training.” Garrett took a deep sigh, contemplating how to convey his thoughts. “Annie and I were in a Master/slave relationship. The power exchange went much deeper than what you’re probably used to, and it’s probably deeper than you’re capable of going. Stringent rules were in place, and punishments were swift and hard.”
    “What do you mean ‘deeper than I’m used to,’ and ‘more than I’m capable of doing?’ How would you know what I’m capable of doing? You don’t know! At all. I’m very capable, and I submit beautifully, believe it or not!”
    Garrett’s frustration rose higher, and he was just about ready to put her in her place when Inga snapped her fingers at him. Snapped her fingers! At him! “No! I’m not done yet,” she said, almost shouting. “You seem pretty presumptuous. How dare you decide that I should ask permission before I clean your house — the house you’ve asked me to clean? Second, how dare you decide that I don’t know how to submit, and then decide that I wouldn’t know how to submit as a slave? Maybe instead of telling me that I need to ask permission first before cleaning, you could sit and think about how your authority and dominance — as far as I’m concerned — makes you come off as a pompous, arrogant ass. You might want to work on that in the meantime.”
    She stood up, turning quickly to exit the room, her skirt flouncing up, giving him a delicious view of her bare bottom. A tiny white lace thong huddled between the round buttocks.
    She mumbled something in Swedish, and he assumed by her anger that they were swear words.
    “Dra åt helvete du dum mannen! Dumma arsle!”
    He quickly stood up, grabbing her arm, and before she could protest, he swatted her bottom several times, fast and hard. He spun her around, grabbing her chin and standing nose-to-nose with her.
    “You aren’t my slave or even my sub, but as a submissive who’s under my employ — in my house — you’ll never be allowed to speak to me in such a tone and with such disrespect. If you wish to leave, you may do so now. But if you choose to stay in this house, you’ll answer to my rules. You, Miss Inga, need a be reminded what your proper role is .”
    Watching Inga rub her bottom,as she gasped in pain, it was clear that he hadn’t lost his touch. His hand stung, so he was confident that her bottom stung too — even with the protection of her skirt. He guessed her pride would’ve normally prevented her from rubbing, but she couldn’t resist soothing her injured flesh.
    Those beautiful blue eyes were swimming in tears. “That hurt.”
    “I’m sure it did.” Garrett had both hands at his waist. He kept his expression stern even though he wanted to pull her onto his lap and wipe her tears away. “It was meant to. Did it hurt enough that you’ll remember to mind your mouth?”
    “Yes,