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hardware store on the way. As soon as they arrived home, she knew there had been reason for her concern; Michael’s car was gone and two of the tires on her own car were slashed. Inside the house there was no damage but she could tell Michael had been there, as most of his clothes were gone from her closet. She quickly called the police.
    James had her get out her tools and with her help, installed new locks and put an alarm on her door. By the time the police arrived, she had packed up the last of Michael’s things that she could still find at her place and put them in a box in her garage. She reported the slashed tires, and told the police why she suspected Michael. After they left, she packed some clothes and put on her floral print one-piece bathing suit, under a full skirt.
    They stopped at her landlord’s home on their way back to James’ house. They gave the landlord one of the new keys and told him about the alarm. Suzanne explained that she had broken up with Michael, told him about her tires, and asked him not to let Michael have a copy of the new key. She introduced James to him.
    Her landlord, a burly ex-navy man with tattoos on his forearms, surprised her by hugging her lightly and saying, “I’m glad you broke up with that creep. Don’t worry, Honey, I’ll see that he doesn’t bother you anymore.” Then he looked James over. “You treat her right now, you hear?”
    “I sure will,” James smiled at the man, “and give me a call if the creep gives Suzanne or even you any trouble.”
    “I can take care of him.” The tough, older landlord smiled tightly as he shook hands with James. “Don’t you worry.”
    “He looks like he could take care of a dozen Michaels,” James told Suzanne, “I have a feeling I’d better treat you real nice.”
    “I have a feeling you would anyway.” Suzanne kissed him, grinning. Finally, they went back to James’ house. James put on navy swimming trunks and they went for a swim in his pool. Afterwards they laid out, lounging on towels on the redwood deck, soaking in the hot sun and talking.
    “We started this relationship a little bit backwards,” James said. “We had sex before we really got to know each other. I usually don’t do that. That’s something I want you to understand, I play my spanky games, but I don’t actually have sex with someone or bring her here unless I really care for her.” James reached out to gently stroke her silky hair.
    “I’ve never jumped into bed with anyone I just met either,” Suzanne replied. “Not before last night. I may try to hang on to a relationship for far too long, but I’ve never started one so quickly. I must admit though it feels right, wonderful and completely natural being here with you.”
    “It feels right for me, too. And amazing.” James kissed her. The kiss built up quickly. “Let’s go inside, my love.”
    When they got inside, James took her upstairs to his bedroom. He had a startling request for Suzanne. He opened his closet and took out a leather western belt, hand-tooled and heavy. He stood next to the bed and asked her to use his belt to give him a good hard whipping.
    “Why do you want a whipping now?” she asked curiously, surprised.
    “I can give you three reasons: First, I didn’t get a whipping last night at the party.” “Poor, deprived baby,” Suzanne said with false sympathy.
    “Depraved, more likely,” his mouth twisted ruefully, “but the second reason is more important. I want to make sure you really understand that our relationship won’t be just one sided. You won’t always be the bottom. Our love life won’t just consist of my whipping or abusing you. In fact, except for the club we probably won’t play our little spanky games all that often, and we’ll do it only when we both feel like it,” James paused. “Your poor ex-boyfriend made a mistake when he tried to join our club. As I tried to explain on the phone, many S & M clubs are strictly for dominates and