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Logan shook his head, a gentle smile on his lips. “No, little girl, you will not get out of any punishment ever,” he promised. “You will not get out of this bed until this beautiful bottom has been quite properly reddened. You have my permission to anticipate exactly how hot your ass will be after you receive your first lesson in discipline.”

She swallowed hard but didn’t speak. She simply nodded and closed her eyes. Logan wondered if she would pull away from him. He smiled when instead, she snuggled closer, her arm going over his chest, her hand pressed against his heart.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Elizabeth slowly became aware of a noise as it pulled her from sleep. She opened her eyes and smiled, seeing Logan’s arm around her waist. Not wanting to wake him, she slowly lifted his arm and scooted out from under it. She prayed the sound wouldn’t awaken him as she hurried from the bedroom.

She rushed into the living room, finding her purse and instantly hitting the button to silence the ring of her phone. She slid the bar to accept the call and as she put it to her ear, she scooped Logan’s discarded shirt off the floor.

“What took you so long to answer?” Nancy said, without saying hello. “God, I’ve been on pins and needles, waiting for you to call me. What happened? How was the play? Did he do anything wicked?”

Elizabeth smiled as she listened to her friend’s excited voice. “Hang on just a moment,” Elizabeth whispered, and despite Nancy’s shouted order to “wait,” Elizabeth put the phone on the counter just long enough to shrug into the shirt. She buttoned the first three buttons, enough to ensure it would stay closed. The tail of the shirt hung almost to her knees, and memories of the previous evening flooded through her. She shivered as she picked up the phone and settled it between her ear and her shoulder to allow her hands to be free.

“I’m back,” she said softly, as she began to pour water into her coffee machine.

“Spill everything,” Nancy demanded. “Don’t you dare leave out a single solitary detail! I will know, so don’t even try. Tell me, was it great?”

Elizabeth giggled, the memories making her stomach tingle. As she saw the empty can of whipped cream, her nipples instantly hardened. “Oh, God,” she whispered.

Nancy immediately spoke. “Oh, God as in Oh My God it was the most fantastic night of your life or Oh, God it was horrible? Please don’t tell me it was horrible,” Nancy said, her curiosity spilling out over the phone.

“Chill, Nance,” Elizabeth said, grabbing the creamer out of the refrigerator and putting a K-cup in the machine. “If you’d let me get a word in edgewise,” she whispered, and after another giggle, Nancy quieted. Satisfied, Elizabeth leaned her hip against the same counter where she had been displayed the night before. Again, the memory flooded through her. She realized she would never be able to look at her kitchen the same way again. She sighed as she waited for her coffee to finish brewing. “It was absolutely the most incredible night of my entire life,” Elizabeth said.

“What? I can’t hear you. Hey, why are you whispering ...” were the last words Elizabeth heard. She squealed loudly as a hand plucked the phone from her. She twisted to see Logan standing behind her, the phone to his ear.

“What’s wrong, are you—” Nancy was asking, when Logan interrupted her.

“Elizabeth will have to call you later, Nancy,” he said, looking down at Elizabeth. “Make that much, much later.”

“Logan?” she heard Nancy call out, as he disconnected the call and pushed the button to turn the phone off. Elizabeth smiled up at him, thinking it was so sweet that he wished to have her all to himself for at least a little longer. She was about to offer him the finished mug of coffee when she squealed again as he picked her up and set her once more on the counter. She flushed as his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, as he began to unbutton the shirt. “I should have asked if it was okay before I just took your shirt,” she said, wondering if he was perhaps anxious to dress and leave.

“You look beautiful in the shirt,schatzlein,” he said with a smile as he finished with the buttons.

She smiled, relieved he wasn’t upset. Her relief was short-lived with his next words.

“However, you have just lengthened and increased the severity of the spanking you earned last night,” he informed her.

Her mouth dropped open as he pushed the shirt from her shoulders and then off her arms. She shivered and her nipples tightened—and not just from the chill.

“Let’s discover how well my naughty sub can list all of her infractions, shall we?” he asked, casually. “Perhaps if you document each correctly, I might be lenient, but just a little.”

Elizabeth could barely wrap her mind around what was happening much less even begin to think clearly.

Logan took pity and spoke once again as he leaned close and trapped her by placing an arm on each side of her hips, his hands planted firmly on the countertop. “I’ll give you a clue, Elizabeth,” he said, as if offering her hope. “Four.”

She cocked her head, unable to decipher his supposed clue. “Four?”

Logan shook his head. “Four infractions so far this morning. If you can clarify them for me, I will only add additional punishment for three,” he said. “Of course, you’ll still pay for the fourth but in a different way.”

When she realized he was serious, her eyes lowered as her brain struggled to engage so she could think.

Logan straightened. “You have until I’ve had my coffee,” he said, picking up the mug. “Since my naughty girl saw fit to fix it, I don’t see a reason to let it grow cold.”

She looked up to see him stir some cream into his mug and bring it to his lips. She watched as he swallowed, and her mind saw him swallowing the whipped cream he’d licked from her body. She must have made some sound because he lifted his head to look directly at her. She blushed hotly, embarrassed to have been caught in the memory, and forced herself to think about what she had done that he considered naughty.

“Are you ready to confess so soon?” he asked, and she shook her head vigorously. “Make that five,” he said, making her head spin.

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