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She stood there scowling at him. But finally she faced the shelves laden with canned goods and bolts of fabric and put her small hands on the edge of one. “If anyone comes by and sees…”
“Everyone in town knows the store is always closed by this time of day.” He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to whack her bottom over the layers of skirt, petticoat, and drawers. Then he put the brush down on the case and moved to lift her skirt and petticoat.
“What are you doing?” she gasped and craned her head around to look at him.
He noted that she hadn’t jerked away, hadn’t attempted to shove his hands away. She might not like being punished, but she was well used to submission. Her reaction pleased him. Her husband would be a lucky man, a notion that gave him a second of irritation. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of another man baring her bottom for discipline…or baring her for anything else.
Frustrated with his thought, he went right on lifting her skirt and petticoat up onto her back, where he held them out of the way with one arm. He reached for the brush again. “I’m not going to completely bare your butt, but I want you to feel this licking.”
Those green eyes of hers glared at him, even as her cheeks were red with embarrassment. “I’ll never forgive you for this.”
“Turn your head away and stand still.” His erection had grown even harder and he was having a difficult time ignoring his desire. But he was determined to see this through. It had been a good long time since he’d spanked his wife or any other woman. “I mean for you to remember this.”
Faith blew out a huff of annoyance and then did as he’d requested. She couldn’t believe what was about to happen: that Adam Braddock was about to give her a thrashing. Right here in her store. With one of the brushes she sold in here. The awful, awful man. So why was she letting him do it?
The idea that she was allowing this shocked her. She forgot about him standing behind her for an instant, trying to come to terms with her decision.
Whack! He sailed the brush down briskly against her drawer–covered bottom. The sound echoed around the store. The horrible sting had her lifting up on her toes, yelping.
She dropped her hands and tried to turn around, but he held her in place.
He looked at her in challenge. “Get back into position,” he said sternly, quietly.
“What if I don’t?”
“Get back into position.”
They stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Adam Braddock was such a complicated man, an emotionally wounded man. She shouldn’t care about him anymore after how he’d treated her these last months, after he’d rejected her over and over. And she should hate him for wanting to discipline her like this. She reminded herself that she had decided to forget the feelings she’d had for him for so long. Yet something had changed between them, somehow. She didn’t understand what it was or why it had happened, but there was something in his eyes as he looked at her. If there was even the tiniest amount of hope that they might have a future together…
She gripped the shelf in front of her again and braced herself. Whatever softening he felt for her now, she knew he meant to make her pay for pursuing him when he hadn’t wanted it, for forcing him to lower the walls he’d built around himself. She decided the fleeting pain would be worth the small amount of progress she’d made with him.
He held her in place with one arm and sent the brush down hard once more. “Your father is right. You need a man strong enough to handle your stubbornness, your willfulness.”
She sucked in a shuddery breath as he sent six more stinging swats down. They were horrible and she hissed with each one. Still she managed to protest, “I need a man strong enough to love me, and let me love him.”
“A man who loves you will also need great patience.” He swatted her again. “He will keep a paddle and be ready to apply
“Everyone in town knows the store is always closed by this time of day.” He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to whack her bottom over the layers of skirt, petticoat, and drawers. Then he put the brush down on the case and moved to lift her skirt and petticoat.
“What are you doing?” she gasped and craned her head around to look at him.
He noted that she hadn’t jerked away, hadn’t attempted to shove his hands away. She might not like being punished, but she was well used to submission. Her reaction pleased him. Her husband would be a lucky man, a notion that gave him a second of irritation. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of another man baring her bottom for discipline…or baring her for anything else.
Frustrated with his thought, he went right on lifting her skirt and petticoat up onto her back, where he held them out of the way with one arm. He reached for the brush again. “I’m not going to completely bare your butt, but I want you to feel this licking.”
Those green eyes of hers glared at him, even as her cheeks were red with embarrassment. “I’ll never forgive you for this.”
“Turn your head away and stand still.” His erection had grown even harder and he was having a difficult time ignoring his desire. But he was determined to see this through. It had been a good long time since he’d spanked his wife or any other woman. “I mean for you to remember this.”
Faith blew out a huff of annoyance and then did as he’d requested. She couldn’t believe what was about to happen: that Adam Braddock was about to give her a thrashing. Right here in her store. With one of the brushes she sold in here. The awful, awful man. So why was she letting him do it?
The idea that she was allowing this shocked her. She forgot about him standing behind her for an instant, trying to come to terms with her decision.
Whack! He sailed the brush down briskly against her drawer–covered bottom. The sound echoed around the store. The horrible sting had her lifting up on her toes, yelping.
She dropped her hands and tried to turn around, but he held her in place.
He looked at her in challenge. “Get back into position,” he said sternly, quietly.
“What if I don’t?”
“Get back into position.”
They stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Adam Braddock was such a complicated man, an emotionally wounded man. She shouldn’t care about him anymore after how he’d treated her these last months, after he’d rejected her over and over. And she should hate him for wanting to discipline her like this. She reminded herself that she had decided to forget the feelings she’d had for him for so long. Yet something had changed between them, somehow. She didn’t understand what it was or why it had happened, but there was something in his eyes as he looked at her. If there was even the tiniest amount of hope that they might have a future together…
She gripped the shelf in front of her again and braced herself. Whatever softening he felt for her now, she knew he meant to make her pay for pursuing him when he hadn’t wanted it, for forcing him to lower the walls he’d built around himself. She decided the fleeting pain would be worth the small amount of progress she’d made with him.
He held her in place with one arm and sent the brush down hard once more. “Your father is right. You need a man strong enough to handle your stubbornness, your willfulness.”
She sucked in a shuddery breath as he sent six more stinging swats down. They were horrible and she hissed with each one. Still she managed to protest, “I need a man strong enough to love me, and let me love him.”
“A man who loves you will also need great patience.” He swatted her again. “He will keep a paddle and be ready to apply
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