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obvious. I was building walls to protect myself in case we broke up.
“I don’t want to break up,” he said, speaking the words I’d left unsaid. “ Can I ask for patience from you? And to keep the lines of communication open?”
I turned to him. “Baby,” I said seriously. “I don’t deserve you. But yes, of course. You’ve always given me every bit of yourself, completely and openly. It’s not even close to an even trade, but I’ll be honest with you.” I made a face. “And I’ll work on the patience,” I added, my voice lightly grumbling.
He laughed at my tone, and tweaked my nose. “This was an awesome surprise,” he yawned. “Now. Go to sleep.”
“Good night, Patrick,” I said softly, burrowing myself into his body. I was asleep in seconds.
***
Patrick:
I loved this woman.
Her unhappiness had been visible the last week. But she hadn’t let herself stew. She dealt with it like a grown-up. With honesty and bravery.
And a video camera.
I chuckled to myself. I couldn’t wait to watch the movie we’d made.
Chapter 10
Lisa:
I’d meant for my little game with the video camera to erase some of the distance between us, and to bolster the trust between us.
But it had done so much more. It had brought us together in a more intimate way.
We still had issues, of course. Because real life is not like the movies, and everything doesn’t get magically better when the hero kisses the heroine at the end of the movie. But from that day onwards, we weren’t a couple in a new relationship. We were a team.
***
Work got underway on the house. There was much muttered grumbling from Patrick as he came home to a massive patio door-sized hole in his kitchen wall one day, barely covered by a plastic sheet, dust everywhere.
“It is November, Lisa,” he chided. “You guys could have turned off the heat before you started.”
I winced. I was going to kill my contractor, Stewart. I had reminded him about the thermostat. Stewart was an excellent contractor technically. No-one was better qualified to do renovations on older houses. But in certain customer service areas, the guy was sorely lacking.
“I’m sorry,” I said mildly. I wasn’t going to tattle on Stewart, but it was hard to be blamed for the sins of others. Particularly when it was my boyfriend giving me the stink eye.
He eyed me levelly, and then grinned. “Well,” he laughed, “this was going to be the best perk of getting you to do the work. I get to spank you when I’m displeased.”
A slow heat started in my belly, and radiated outward. “I’m getting spanked?” I asked, barely believing it was possible.
He nodded. “You are indeed. Push your jeans down and bend over.” He pointed to the kitchen table and left the room.
I obeyed, my hands shaking slightly as I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zipper. He’d mentioned nothing about my underwear, so I left it on. I bent over the dusty table and waited for Patrick.
I would be lying if I pretended I wasn’t anxious. I was incredibly nervous. If something happened to hit a trigger for him, then this would push the recovery even further back. I crossed my fingers and my toes.
“You know,” his voice spoke. “The only thing you should be thinking about is pleasing me. Nothing else.”
“Arrogant much?” I quipped before my brain caught up with my mouth and I bit my lip, wishing I could take back the words. Don’t mess with the guy who is going to punish you, Lisa, I said to myself.
Patrick laughed out aloud. “That’s an additional ten strokes for the sass,” he said. “But let’s try that again, shall we. What is the only thing you should be thinking about, Lisa?”
“Pleasing you, Dr. Anderson,” I said. Serenity enveloped me, and my voice softened.
His hand stroked my lower back, continued down the crack of my ass. “Twenty strokes,” he said, his palms running on the fleshly portion of my ass cheeks. “Ten with my hand. Ten with the
“I don’t want to break up,” he said, speaking the words I’d left unsaid. “ Can I ask for patience from you? And to keep the lines of communication open?”
I turned to him. “Baby,” I said seriously. “I don’t deserve you. But yes, of course. You’ve always given me every bit of yourself, completely and openly. It’s not even close to an even trade, but I’ll be honest with you.” I made a face. “And I’ll work on the patience,” I added, my voice lightly grumbling.
He laughed at my tone, and tweaked my nose. “This was an awesome surprise,” he yawned. “Now. Go to sleep.”
“Good night, Patrick,” I said softly, burrowing myself into his body. I was asleep in seconds.
***
Patrick:
I loved this woman.
Her unhappiness had been visible the last week. But she hadn’t let herself stew. She dealt with it like a grown-up. With honesty and bravery.
And a video camera.
I chuckled to myself. I couldn’t wait to watch the movie we’d made.
Chapter 10
Lisa:
I’d meant for my little game with the video camera to erase some of the distance between us, and to bolster the trust between us.
But it had done so much more. It had brought us together in a more intimate way.
We still had issues, of course. Because real life is not like the movies, and everything doesn’t get magically better when the hero kisses the heroine at the end of the movie. But from that day onwards, we weren’t a couple in a new relationship. We were a team.
***
Work got underway on the house. There was much muttered grumbling from Patrick as he came home to a massive patio door-sized hole in his kitchen wall one day, barely covered by a plastic sheet, dust everywhere.
“It is November, Lisa,” he chided. “You guys could have turned off the heat before you started.”
I winced. I was going to kill my contractor, Stewart. I had reminded him about the thermostat. Stewart was an excellent contractor technically. No-one was better qualified to do renovations on older houses. But in certain customer service areas, the guy was sorely lacking.
“I’m sorry,” I said mildly. I wasn’t going to tattle on Stewart, but it was hard to be blamed for the sins of others. Particularly when it was my boyfriend giving me the stink eye.
He eyed me levelly, and then grinned. “Well,” he laughed, “this was going to be the best perk of getting you to do the work. I get to spank you when I’m displeased.”
A slow heat started in my belly, and radiated outward. “I’m getting spanked?” I asked, barely believing it was possible.
He nodded. “You are indeed. Push your jeans down and bend over.” He pointed to the kitchen table and left the room.
I obeyed, my hands shaking slightly as I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zipper. He’d mentioned nothing about my underwear, so I left it on. I bent over the dusty table and waited for Patrick.
I would be lying if I pretended I wasn’t anxious. I was incredibly nervous. If something happened to hit a trigger for him, then this would push the recovery even further back. I crossed my fingers and my toes.
“You know,” his voice spoke. “The only thing you should be thinking about is pleasing me. Nothing else.”
“Arrogant much?” I quipped before my brain caught up with my mouth and I bit my lip, wishing I could take back the words. Don’t mess with the guy who is going to punish you, Lisa, I said to myself.
Patrick laughed out aloud. “That’s an additional ten strokes for the sass,” he said. “But let’s try that again, shall we. What is the only thing you should be thinking about, Lisa?”
“Pleasing you, Dr. Anderson,” I said. Serenity enveloped me, and my voice softened.
His hand stroked my lower back, continued down the crack of my ass. “Twenty strokes,” he said, his palms running on the fleshly portion of my ass cheeks. “Ten with my hand. Ten with the
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