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husband and lied, but couldn’t Jared have given her another chance? Her father always had.
    Each spank hammered home a new reality: her husband meant what he said. Melania couldn’t believe this was happening.
    At last the spanking stopped. Her heart beat in cadence with her throbbing bottom as she waited in dread, fearing the spanking would resume, but then the restraints were released.
    “I-is it o-over?” she stuttered through her tears.
    “It’s over.” His voice was hoarse, oddly so, as if he shared her pain. Melania knew that wasn’t possible.
    Too physically and emotionally drained to move, she remained slumped over the valet. Her throbbing bottom felt hugely swollen, and she wondered if she looked in the mirror, she’d see it had grown to gargantuan proportions.
    She sensed Jared behind her, and then his hands gently smoothed over her burning buttocks, soothing the pain before trailing between her legs to caress her sex. She jerked in outrage. How could he think of such a thing? The punishment was over, and now he wanted to make love? How dare he!
    “Don’t,” she ordered in a tight voice.
    The fingers were gone.
    Gentle hands clasped her arms and helped her stand. Her legs shook. She bowed her head, veiling her face under a cascade of hair. She feared what Jared would read in her eyes and didn’t want to know what was in his. Resentment, guilt, shame, and uncertainty churned in an unhappy concoction of confusion. She loved him, but that emotion was overrun by the others roiling within her.
    “Melania, look at me.” His voice was soft.
    She shook her head. In her mind, spanking had been only a remote possibility. She’d submitted to Jared’s authority, but she still never imagined he would spank her as if she were a disobedient child.
    No, not even like that. Her father had given her only a few swats, not a thorough paddling. She’d never been stripped near naked and physically restrained. More upsetting than the pain, the spanking had ripped the blinders from her eyes, defined Jared’s dominance, and rewrote the story of their marriage. Her fairy tale was evaporating right before her eyes.
    Until today she’d experienced only the gentle, indulgent, benevolent side of Jared’s mastery. She’d accepted him as head of their home, master of her, but had expected to be able to negotiate. If they had differences, they would talk them out; he would coax her compliance. She’d never considered the consequences if she outright refused, if she willfully disobeyed him.
    Truthfully, she never expected consequences. She had intended to rely on her feminine wiles to smooth over the rough spots. Deep in her heart she realized she’d assumed she would control Jared—that while he might appear to be the master of their marriage, with charm and a beguiling smile, she would guide him into doing what she wanted.
    Her feelings were jumbled like the strands of Christmas lights that somehow got knotted up each year. She couldn’t tell what was what. Surprisingly the one emotion she didn’t feel was anger. Jared had done what he thought was best, and she didn’t believe he intended to hurt her. They had discussed discipline, but until now it had been only a concept, a philosophy.
    The concept had just solidified into hard reality. If she didn’t obey, she would pay the consequences.
    Jared demanded her faith and acceptance, a trust that required submission to his discipline, permitting him to decide if and when to spank her. She loved him, but she questioned whether she could be the wife he wanted. She could be more obedient, but she wasn’t perfect. She would make mistakes. How could she endure more spankings like this one? Her heart clenched. Doubt had wormed its way into the apple perfection of her shiny new marriage.
    Jared released her, but Melania remained in place, uncertain what was expected of her now. Was she to go or stay? Did he want to talk to her? The silky fabric of her robe settled around her