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  “I believe that means you don’t. Is that correct?”

  “Oooh, yes, sir. It’s correct.”

  “Good girl for telling the truth. I agree. I think you need more. Catch your breath.”

  He sat back and thought about it and looked down at the hairbrush. Standing up he walked to the dresser and opened the drawer.

  Oh no, what’s he getting. He’s getting something else. Yikes…

  She heard him walking back and held her breath. She could sense something... something she was not going to like.

  “Alright, Emily. I’ve made a decision. You were right. You have not been sufficiently punished. What you did was shameful. It’s one thing to be messy, not clean up, take off work – all those things – those things are worthy of the hairbrush. But lying… deceiving me. No. The hairbrush was a warm up. I’m going to give you three strokes with the crop. I’m very, very serious now, Emily. It’s going to hurt like hell but I believe it’s exactly what you need. It’s certainly the discipline I feel you deserve. Do you understand?”

  Emily felt it. She felt his energy. His resolve. And she knew he spoke the truth.

  “Yes, sir. I do,” she whimpered.

  “Right. Are you ready?”

  “Oooh, yes, sir.”

  Scott placed the length of the crop just above the center of her bottom. He tapped it lightly three times, then lifted it up and flicked it back down.

  “AAARRGGHH!” she cried, and tried to wriggle but it was impossible. The ropes were tied well and she was firmly secured.

  He waited a moment until she had composed herself, then placed the crop two inches below the first stroke, right in the center of her cheeks. Tapping it three times, same as before, he lifted it up and flicked it against her skin. She wailed again, moving her head up and down.

  He waited, silent, until she settled, then moved the crop two inches down from the previous stroke, tapped three times, then let it fly.

  She howled and cried out and howled, then finally stopped. Scott heard her begin to cry softly. He quickly untied her and raised her up, returning her to her kneeling position and sat in the chair.

  “Why are you crying?” he asked, reaching his hand out and smoothing her hair. “Did it hurt that much?”

  “Because I was so awful. What I did was so awful and I’m so sorry,” she wailed.

  He took a deep breath and brought her head into his lap. He had been right. She had needed the strong discipline very badly. She had been filled with shame and guilt and his crop had released her.

  “It’s ok, baby,” he crooned. “I forgive you. You’ve been punished, just as you should have been. It’s over. You were very bad, and now you’ve paid for it. It’s over. Everything’s ok.”

  “Oooh, Scott. I’m really, really sorry.”

  “Shhhh... it’s over. Everything is fine. It’s all fine.”

  “I hate that stupid blog,” she cried.

  “No. You hate that you didn’t tell me about it. The blog is fantastic.”

  “It is?” she sobbed, looking up at him.

  “It is – absolutely fantastic. I told you it’s fine with me if you want to keep going. I just want to read each post before you upload.”

  “Really? You think I should keep going?”

  “Sure. But whatever you write, you know I’ll...”

  “You’ll do?”

  “Of course.”

  She sighed and laid her head back on his lap. Her bottom hurt terribly and she wriggled.

  “Come on, little lady. Time for bed.”

  “Oh my bottom hurts,” she moaned.

  “I’m sure. As it should,” he replied, and helped her to her feet and into the bed.

  Ten minutes later, the lights were out and she was cuddling next to him.

  “Scotty?”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Emily.”

  “Scotty?”

  “Yes.”

  “I feel different.”

  “Different how?”

  “Better – like – everything’s going to be ok.”

  He sighed.

  “That’s because it is. Now go to sleep.”

  Epilogue

  Summer had come to its end and the cool winds of fall swept in from the Pacific. Scott’s Surf Shop was closed for the day, but Scott was still in his office, Bunny at his side. He was signing the lease on the empty storefront next to his. Two weeks before Bunny had gone through the empty space and explained how she could utilize different areas for displays and cases, and her ideas were so inspired he asked her to work with him on the spot. It had shocked her and almost brought her to tears. She was thrilled to bits.

  After Scott had handed over the check and accepted the keys, and the realtors had left, he turned to Bunny and hugged her tightly.

  “Come on, let’s go next door. There’s something I want to show you.”

  He grabbed her hand, and huddling her jacket around her she stepped outside. It was dusk, and looking out at the horizon she spied the sun dipping into the whipped up waters. She heard the click of the opening lock and turning back, hurried in behind him. The door closed with a bang as a gust of wind flew across the parking lot.

  “How do you feel?” she asked, as they walked into the voluminous space. It was a big step for him and he had handed over a sizable check.

  “Pretty amazing,” he replied. “And a bit scared to be honest, but very optimistic.

  And you, Bunny, how do you feel?”

  “Pretty amazing too,” she repeated. “And not scared at all. You’re a genius. It’ll be great. And I’m very excited. Like, really excited. In more ways than one,” she added, winking at him.

  Her bottom had a slight tingle to it from a delicious, tantalizing, spontaneous late afternoon trip across his lap. But he was making her wait until later that night, before she would feel the joy of his naked body against hers.

  He hadn’t winked back at her, and he was staring, an odd look in his sexy brown eyes.

  “Bunny,” he said, the smile disappearing from his face, ‘there’s something I need to tell you – I mean – uh – ask you,” he stammered.

  She felt a shiver.

  “What? Is everything ok? You’re frightening me?”

  To her utter shock, he dropped down on one knee and reached into his pocket.

  What? Oh my God! Is he – is he going to...?

  “Emily Hunter,” he began, gazing up at her, his voice trembling, “I have loved you since the first time I saw the freckles across your nose. I don’t just want you to work with me, I want you to...” he paused. He hadn’t anticipated the wave of emotion that was flooding his heart.

  Bunny was frozen. Her heart was pumping so hard she thought it would burst, and her ecstatic tears were already running down her cheeks.

  “I want you to be with me forever,” he said breathlessly. “I want you to be my gorgeous, funny, adorable, beautiful wife and have a ton of crazy kids.”

  She dropped to the floor next to him, her arms went around his neck and she sobbed into his shoulder.

  “Oh, Scotty... yes, yes, yes, yes! A thousand yes’s,” she cried.

  They hugged tightly, then Scott rose and reached out his hand. As she took it he swooped down, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder and headed for the door.

  “What are you doing?” she cried, laughing hysterically.

  “I’m taking you back to my office,” he answered, opening the door with one hand and kicking it shut behind him with his foot.

  “Why?” she persisted, still giggling.

  “Because I’ve always wanted to make love to you in my office, that’s why,” he replied, smacking her butt.

  “Cool!” she replied, as he walked back into his shop and headed straight for the back room.

  “You’re lucky you said yes, Bunny girl,” he grinned, laying her down on the sofa and resting his body on top of her.

  “Oh? And why is that?”
she giggled, her fingers locking behind his neck.

  “Because if you hadn’t I would have spanked you until you did!” he declared.

  “Ask me again and I’ll say no,” she whispered in his ear.

  “Shut up and kiss me, woman,” he grinned.

  “Yes, sir!”

  The End

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