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her first scandalized thought was that Miss Watson had a man in there with her. But who? And how? Her heart picked up as she wondered if she ought to inform the Colonel. But listening intently, she realized instead that she was hearing noises that ought to be familiar to her after her ordeal the night before—the sound of leather slapping bare flesh and the cries of a young lady being punished. The Colonel was whipping his sister.
    She realized with dismay that if she could hear Lucinda's punishment, there was a good chance that her own had been heard by the household the night before. That thought was completely mortifying. Her thoughts strayed again to that painful and intense interaction. She felt a flare of heat low in her belly and a shiver ran down her spine, remembering the scene. There was something about the Colonel's willingness to wield his authority with a leather strap that some traitorous part of her found extremely arousing. It was diametrically opposed to the part of her that found it absolutely barbaric. Well, he was a military man, after all. She imagined him in Burma, giving orders to troops of men. Had there been women under his authority there? The thought made her sear with jealousy.
    She allowed her fingers to wander between her legs, touching herself slowly, surprised to feel more wetness there than she had ever noticed before. She drew in a ragged breath and thought of the feel of the Colonel's muscled chest under her cheek, of that warm, sure hand at the nape of her neck. What if he had punished her in her own chamber? Right here on this bed? She kicked the covers off her body, feeling suddenly feverish with heat. Her fingers dipped deeply into her slick folds, probing the eager opening there. She rolled over onto her belly and pulled her nightshirt up, exposing her bare bottom to the open air. She imagined herself lying prostrate before him, her quivering flesh expecting the cruel sting of his strap. She pushed her hips into the bed, her middle and fourth fingers breaching the entry to her sex, diving deeply as the heel of her hand undulated over the sensitive area above it. How would he comfort her after a whipping in her bedroom? With a hand on her back? On the backs of her exposed legs? On her bottom? She stopped her breath as a climax rocked through her and she squeezed her legs together, pumping her hips over her hand and tightening her still-tender cheeks so that they ached in the most pleasurable way possible. She remained frozen like that for a long moment, panting, dazed. Then she slowly relaxed and released her cramped fingers, ashamed at where her thoughts had just led her.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    “We will be moving to the country house tomorrow, ladies, so please pack your things and plan accordingly,” the Colonel announced at breakfast the following morning. He was determined to get his household in order. He had punished Lucinda the night before for her scandalous behavior at the ball, and now he was going to remove her from London for a time, until he could be certain she could act as a lady should.
    “What?” Lucinda protested in a shocked voice. “Charles, no! There's nothing to do in the country, no dances, no one to call upon—nothing!”
    “Mind yourself, Lucinda,” he said warningly, and she had the grace to flush. Miss Downy stared at him with her big, pretty gray eyes and Mrs. James looked flummoxed. When breakfast was over, he cleared his throat. “Mrs. James, in my office, please.”
    She followed him in and he indicated a chair. This woman was not an employee worth punishing. He let her know how disappointed he was in her service and summarily dismissed her. The woman burst into tears and rushed out of the room. Next, he made sure all of the household staff knew to make preparations for their departure.
    By the middle of the following day, he had successfully relocated his family to their country manor, and felt satisfied that it was exactly where they needed