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“Except we’ve been dealin’ with William, I know, but now it’s time to take care of unfinished business. At noon I’ll be takin’ my lunch break. You’ll come home a few minutes before me, and wait for me naked on the bed bent over the pillows.”

“You’re not serious.”

“You said that to me once before, and I’ll give you the same answer now—as a rattler,” he declared, rising to his feet. “But,” he added, lowering his voice, “if this isn’t for you, no problem. We can call it quits. You can stay in the cabin and finish your month of work. Your choice, darlin’.”

“I, uh, it is for me,” she replied, staring up at him. “I can’t quite believe it, but yeah, it is.”

“I’m real happy to hear that. Now stand up, put your hands on the table and arch your back,” he ordered, opening a drawerand lifting out a wooden spoon. “You’ll get a few good swats to remind you who’s in charge around here, then we can finish our breakfast.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Portia had squealed as Devlin delivered the stinging swats, and though the hot, tingling pain quickly passed, the pending punishment consumed her thoughts. She was still learning about how things worked at the barn, and the distraction made it difficult to concentrate. When it was nearing the noon hour, Devlin approached and told her it was time to go back to the house to prepare his lunch.

“You know what I expect,” he said, lowering his voice even though they were alone.

“Yes, I’ll be ready.”

As she hurried up to the house her pulse ticked up, and she realized she was as excited as she was nervous. By the time she’d arranged the pillows in the center of the bed, removed her clothes, and placed herself in position, it was almost twelve o’clock.

The few remaining minutes seemed to take forever--then she heard the door open and close, and Devlin’s footfalls as he strode down the hall.

“What do you have to say for yourself,” he asked, approaching the bed.

“Uh, I shouldn’t have taken the chances I did. Looking back I can see how hitting William with that glass globe was probably a bad idea.”

“Probably?”

“No, sorry, it was, and I was an idiot on the freeway. I was upset and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“I realize that…and I should never have run after William when he took my bag. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d caught up with him.”

“Or what he might have done,” Devlin scolded. “Close your eyes. I’ll be right back.”

She could hear him enter his closet, there some rustling sounds, then he returned to her side and she felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes.

“Rest on your elbows and lock your fingers together,” he ordered sternly. “I’m going to tie your wrists. When I’m done ask me to spank you.”

The blindfold and his command took her by surprise, but she couldn’t deny the surge of excitement pulsing through her body.

“Uh, please, Devlin, will you spank me for, uh, what I did?”

“Do you think you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t have done those things, any of them.”

“No, you shouldn’t, and I’m glad you realize that.”

As he spoke she heard sounds, and guessed he was taking off his clothes. It sent a second rush of heat through her body, and when he climbed behind her and touched her sex, she let out a long, loud moan.

“You’re already so wet,” he grunted, thrusting a finger inside her. “But any pleasure will have to wait.”

In spite of his words, he fingered her for a moment, eliciting grateful groans, then suddenly his palm landed on her right cheek with a hard slap.

“No yellin’, Portia, but if you have to, bury your head in the pillow,” he ordered as his rough, calloused hand began slapping from cheek to cheek. He started slowly, but as the spanking continued he increased the force and speed, finally delivering fast, hard smacks making her gasp and yelp.

“There!” he exclaimed, stopping as quickly as he’d begun. “Your ass is red, and I’ll bet it’s stingin’.”

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