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her fingers along his jaw. “Um, Rick?”
    “Yes,
baby doll?” His hand traveled up her thigh.
    “I
have something to tell you.”
    He
removed his hand from her leg and held her by the shoulders. Some of the heat
left his eyes. He gave her an expectant look. “Go ahead.”
    She
inhaled deeply. “I didn’t pack the oak hairbrush like you asked me too.”
    He
stiffened. Anger flashed in his features. His hold on her shoulders tightened,
and his jaw tensed. “Why didn’t you pack it, young lady?”
    She
sighed. This wasn’t going as she’d planned. “I didn’t think you would have
cause to use it. I haven’t earned a spanking in weeks.”
    “A
streak that ends today, Sara.” His countenance grew darker.
    “I’m
sorry.”
    He
pulled her closer. His breath was hot in her face, their noses almost touching.
“You not only intentionally disobeyed me, but you lied to me upstairs. You said
you’d packed the brush and had used it last night.” Disappointment softened his
gaze, ripping at Sara’s heart.
    Her
lip trembled. Rick was a good husband. Yes, he was strict. Very strict. But
they loved each other, and she accepted him as the head of their household,
even though in the early days of their marriage she’d thought he was part
caveman.
    “I
am so, so sorry, Rick.” She pressed against his chest lightly, hoping to
reignite the passion that had flared between them moments ago.
    One
firm squeeze to her shoulders stopped her movements. “Don’t you dare try to
seduce your way out of this, Sara. You did wrong and you must be punished.
Severely.”
    Severely . He had never
used that word before. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her lips parted as she
gawked up at him, quivering as she tried to think of something to say.
    “Go
upstairs, remove all your clothing, and wait for me in a corner.” He released
her shoulders and snapped his fingers once, loud. “Now!”
    Tears
welled in Sara’s eyes as she scrambled upstairs to obey Rick’s command. She
waited in the corner, naked, as she considered how this could have all been
avoided if only she’d packed the stupid hairbrush. They could be eating pancakes
right now. Or making love on the kitchen table for the umpteenth time. Instead
she had her nose pressed in a corner, waiting on her husband to spank her. Severely .
    A
shiver raced up her spine. Would he use his hand? His belt? Her stomach rolled.
Oh no. Would he wield a wooden spoon against her poor bottom? Not knowing what
implement he planned to use served to double her anxiety.
    Deep
down, Sara knew she deserved to be punished. And even though Rick said her
punishment would be severe, she wasn’t truly frightened. She knew he loved her,
and she trusted him with her whole heart. A tear fell down her cheek, and she
wiped it on the back of her hand.
    Rick
made her wait forever. And ever and ever. Entire civilizations rose and fell as
she awaited his arrival. By the time his footsteps sounded on the stairs, she
was a nervous wreck. She ached to turn around and run into his strong arms to
beg his forgiveness, but she dared not move until summoned.
    He
shuffled around the room for a minute before finally speaking. “Come here,
Sara.”
    She
dissolved into tears when their eyes met. She’d never really cried prior to a
spanking before. Yes, his punishments always brought her to tears, but never
before he actually touched her.
    He
strode to her and gathered her in his arms. “I haven’t even turned you over my
knee yet.” He brushed away her tears with his fingers. “Why all the crying?”
    She
shrugged, feeling foolish. “I feel so bad. So guilty. I can’t believe I lied to
you and then I – I tried to get you to have sex with me instead of spanking me.
I’m so sorry I behaved this way.”
    “Shh.”
He wiped more tears away and kissed her forehead. “You’re a good wife, Sara.
You made a mistake, but I still love you. And I think you’ll feel a lot better
guilt-wise after a good