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customer walked in to pick up the latest fiction, only to be confronted with bare butts being spanked, paddled and caned. That thought caused her to hope that Karen and Elaine were truly forgiven and that their bottoms would heal quickly. Picturing Elaine standing in some corner and 'thinking about being naughty ', had Abby shifting in her seat. Not willing to acknowledge that the thought of actually having to mimic the woman's submission was causing her body to heat up in certain places, she flushed. Despite Dean's assurances that sexual arousal was normal, she was still ashamed at her reaction. Shaking those thoughts free, she turned on the radio, singing along with the music, and concentrated on just getting home.
As she pulled into her driveway, she looked at her watch and saw that it was almost midnight. Though she had promised to call Sam to discuss the evening, and knew she had several tough, direct questions she needed to ask, it was far too late to have that discussion. Instead, she sent a text message stating she was safely home and asking that Sam call her the next day. Abigail hurried into the house and was met by her orange tabby cat, Cicero. She scooped him up, burying her face in his soft fur. Carrying him into her bedroom, she laid him on the bed before brushing her teeth and changing into her pajamas.
As she slid into the bed, pulling the quilt up to her neck, her eyes went to the chair where she had thrown her bag. Dean's book seemed to be calling her to pick it up. Thinking she should at least open it to read what Dean had inscribed, she began to push down the quilt, one leg moving out from under the sheets. Before her foot touched the floor, she remembered the explicit, perfectly focused illustrations she had seen, and her face heated. In fact, she was feeling a bit warm all over. With her leg safely back in the bed, she shoved the quilt down to the footboard and reached over to flip off the lamp.
Sleep remained elusive as her mind continued to replay the evening's events. Realizing that she was staring across the room to where the book was barely visible, she moaned and turned onto her side, facing away from the chair. When she did finally drop into sleep, it was to dream about spankings—but those in her dream were not those from any childhood memories. It wasn't her father or mother's lap that she was lying across.
She moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her other side, as if easing the pain in a well-spanked bottom. Cicero purred loudly as he curled up against the curve of her hip, and his soft heat had Abigail smiling in her dreams.
Chapter 4
Abigail woke early, the sunlight streaming through the blinds straight into her eyes. She had forgotten to shut them before going to bed. It wasn't just the sun that pulled her from her dreams. Cicero was walking all over her, meowing for his breakfast—though the weight of him kneading against her breasts had her thinking he could stand to skip a few meals. Laughing, she scooped him up and put him off the bed. "Okay, buddy, just let me get up and I'll feed you." He meowed once more before stalking out of the room, his head held high, his fluffy tail twitching as if to say 'mission accomplished'. Abigail slipped out of bed and quickly made it, before going into the bathroom. Brushing her teeth, she thought about getting into the shower, but decided to take care of her cat and her own breakfast first.
She moved down the hall into the kitchen. It was a cozy room, bright and welcoming, with sunny yellow cabinets and a pristine white trim. Abigail loved her house and had worked hard to be able to purchase it on her own. Grinding beans and filling the coffee machine with water, she immediately wished she had taken the time to preset it the previous evening. Having to wait for that first cup of coffee was an exercise in patience. Cicero received his morning kitty chow while her bagel toasted in the oven. Once the last drop of aromatic coffee dripped
As she pulled into her driveway, she looked at her watch and saw that it was almost midnight. Though she had promised to call Sam to discuss the evening, and knew she had several tough, direct questions she needed to ask, it was far too late to have that discussion. Instead, she sent a text message stating she was safely home and asking that Sam call her the next day. Abigail hurried into the house and was met by her orange tabby cat, Cicero. She scooped him up, burying her face in his soft fur. Carrying him into her bedroom, she laid him on the bed before brushing her teeth and changing into her pajamas.
As she slid into the bed, pulling the quilt up to her neck, her eyes went to the chair where she had thrown her bag. Dean's book seemed to be calling her to pick it up. Thinking she should at least open it to read what Dean had inscribed, she began to push down the quilt, one leg moving out from under the sheets. Before her foot touched the floor, she remembered the explicit, perfectly focused illustrations she had seen, and her face heated. In fact, she was feeling a bit warm all over. With her leg safely back in the bed, she shoved the quilt down to the footboard and reached over to flip off the lamp.
Sleep remained elusive as her mind continued to replay the evening's events. Realizing that she was staring across the room to where the book was barely visible, she moaned and turned onto her side, facing away from the chair. When she did finally drop into sleep, it was to dream about spankings—but those in her dream were not those from any childhood memories. It wasn't her father or mother's lap that she was lying across.
She moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her other side, as if easing the pain in a well-spanked bottom. Cicero purred loudly as he curled up against the curve of her hip, and his soft heat had Abigail smiling in her dreams.
Chapter 4
Abigail woke early, the sunlight streaming through the blinds straight into her eyes. She had forgotten to shut them before going to bed. It wasn't just the sun that pulled her from her dreams. Cicero was walking all over her, meowing for his breakfast—though the weight of him kneading against her breasts had her thinking he could stand to skip a few meals. Laughing, she scooped him up and put him off the bed. "Okay, buddy, just let me get up and I'll feed you." He meowed once more before stalking out of the room, his head held high, his fluffy tail twitching as if to say 'mission accomplished'. Abigail slipped out of bed and quickly made it, before going into the bathroom. Brushing her teeth, she thought about getting into the shower, but decided to take care of her cat and her own breakfast first.
She moved down the hall into the kitchen. It was a cozy room, bright and welcoming, with sunny yellow cabinets and a pristine white trim. Abigail loved her house and had worked hard to be able to purchase it on her own. Grinding beans and filling the coffee machine with water, she immediately wished she had taken the time to preset it the previous evening. Having to wait for that first cup of coffee was an exercise in patience. Cicero received his morning kitty chow while her bagel toasted in the oven. Once the last drop of aromatic coffee dripped
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