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along the way, setting her to tingling with the anticipation of his kiss. When his lips
touched the corner of hers, she d melted. She loved him. She wanted him. How could she
resist him?
She couldn t. When Laurel tilted her head to meet his kiss, something deep inside John
relaxed. He d been very worried that what he d done might have been the death knell for
them yet again. But it was important to him that she accept his discipline, and obeying
laws that had to do with fire safety were ones he would never be willing to overlook in
anyone, much less his woman.
Kissing her made him wish he had the time to devote to truly make her feel better . . . but
he didn t if he was going to be able to feed her this evening. A thought struck him, and he
drew back from her just a bit to look down at her. She seemed to be avoiding his eyes,
and he could see how swollen and red hers were kind of like her bottom cheeks.
Dinner is still on. Six o clock, he stated emphatically, as if trying to warn her
somehow.
When she said nothing, not even raising her head to look at him, he continued in the
same tone of voice, Or else
I know, I know! Laurel sounded more aggravated than someone with a still badly
throbbing behind should, but she was aggravated with him and with herself . . . but
mostly with him. Or you ll come and get me.
John nodded, watching her carefully.
You really need to get some new lines you re already repeating yourself.
His tone became even more serious. Would you like me to repeat what I just did to your
bottom?
Her head snapped up and her eyes slid warily past his. No, thank you, Laurel answered
softly.
Well, then I suggest you lose the attitude, sweetie. He didn t seem to be angry, just
serious, but when she tried to twist away from him this time, he let her go.
A little nervously, she began to back towards the door, as if she expected him to sneak
up on her and try to throw her over his lap again. I I uh I ll see you, then, Laurel
swallowed hard. At six.
John tried to smile gently, although he wasn t sure whether it hit his lips or not. Bring
your appetite!
Laurel closed the front door behind her and leaned back against it for the shortest of
moments, then continued to her car, trying not to sit too hard in the seat. When she got
home after driving with abnormal care and following every speed limit, she practically
ran into her bedroom and tore off her clothes to stand in front of her mirror, craning her
neck into entirely unnatural positions trying to see exactly what her poor tender nates
looked like.
They were a collidescope of various shades of pink and red mostly red. His handprint
was visible everywhere; she was physically stamped with the brand of his ownership. Her
skin radiated heat, as if she d fallen asleep in the July sun. But that portion of her
anatomy wasn t often exposed to the sun.
She lay on her bed, on her stomach, replaying the scene in her head over and over. Had
she let him take too many liberties too early in what seemed to be a reconciliation
between them? Was she crazy to let him touch her like that at all, considering their past?
Although it had certainly hurt enough at the time, as the pain of the spanking faded, a
warmth replaced it not only in her hind end, but also places south of her navel. Laurel
could feel herself dampening with thoughts of John and how wonderfully dominant he
was. If they stayed together for any length of time at all, she was sure she could look
forward to many more scenes just like that.
Laurel puttered for the rest of the day too uncomfortable to sit in front of her computer,
she did some light housework and lazed around. After all, it was a half-day off. She
didn t want to do anything too strenuous. After a somewhat cooler than normal shower in
deference to her roasted rump, she pondered what to wear, then decided on a pretty
peach, blue and cream flowered shirt and jeans.
It wasn t until she had already pressed the doorbell that she remembered she had
fleetingly thought of not coming this evening. That thought had assailed her at the height
of the spanking, when she was writhing and moaning the loudest. But she could no more
deny herself a chance to be with the man she d loved from afar for so long than she could
turn off the sun.
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