Page 57 of Infiltration

“As the Book of Life says, ‘those we know best can read a message from us that simply says ‘hello’ and discern the leaning of our hearts.’”

Yuder gave her a funny look. “You quote Prince Chigrit, not the Book of Life.”

“Who?”

“The warrior Nobek who led the army against his emperor brother Dramok Nakew in the War of the Breeds. It was the only other civil war in Kalquor’s history. It happened long, long ago.”

“What a strange thing for Mereta to say. According to his disciples, he’s memorized the Book of Life from cover to cover. I can’t imagine him making such a mistake.” Tara frowned.

“The most excellent of us are wrong from time to time. As I was to let Oiteil court me for a return to public service, but I’m far from being the best of anyone.” Yuder chuckled.

“You’re the best to me.” Tara pulled him down for a kiss.

Warmth swept through her as he ardently returned the embrace. He picked her up as soon as the kiss ended and carried her to the bedroom. His heated gaze and his laughter told her she had her beloved Yuder back.

You’re feeling too smug at the success of getting Japohn to hire him, you know.

She did, and she knew the cure for it. As he set her on the bed, she said, “You aren’t angry at me for interfering?”

His gaze narrowed as he searched her face, no doubt to verify she was suggesting what he thought she was. “Perhaps I should remind you to do better?”

“Do you have to?” She gave him wide eyes, her voice lilting in nervous anticipation.

“I believe so. You were naughty to set Japohn and Bevau on me.”

She couldn’t help the guilty flush filling her cheeks. Of course Yuder figured out she’d talked to Bevau, though she’d hoped he wouldn’t.

Yuder sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thighs. Tara didn’t miss how the crotch of his pants was swiftly tenting. “Panties off and pull your skirt up.”

She shivered at his intent stare. She hiked her full skirt to mid-thigh, high enough to tuck her hands beneath. Keeping herself covered, as if she were a modest woman trying to put off her coming mortification, she pushed her panties down her hips. The crotch wanted to stick to her, because she was already wet. It left a slick trail on her inner thighs.

“I’m sorry,” she tried, letting the skirt fall to its full length. She wasn’t, but they were playing a game he’d taught her, roles she’d discovered were exciting.

“You should be. Skirt up and lie across my legs so you can be properly punished.”

Tara was aware in some homes on old Earth, husbands had spanked their wives when they disobeyed. Her husband Aaron hadn’t been that kind of man, preferring Tara as his equal. Yuder actually wasn’t such a man either. He found pretending to be so erotic, but only because she enjoyed it as well. The minor hurt of a spanking increased the sensual anticipation of foreplay, especially when Tara fell into the fantasy she had no choice but to obey her mate and surrender to his discipline.

She slowly pulled up her skirt to display her butt. With seeming reluctance, she bent over Yuder’s thighs and let her weight rest there. His dual erections were hard against her hip.

He gathered her wrists in one long-fingered hand, pinning them to the small of her back. A jolt of excitement speared her sex to be made helpless, and a whimper escaped.

He rubbed her ass, increasing the circulation. “It’s a shame you insist on misbehaving. Terrible I have to turn this lovely flesh red since you won’t do as you should. I hope you learn your lesson.”

If the lesson was his spankings were enthralling, she’d learned quite well. Which was why she was in this position.

“The punishment will end when I believe you truly regret your offense. If you try to escape or ask me to stop before I’m done, you’ll get double. Do you understand me?”

She loved that he offered her more than he might be inclined to give. In the past, he’d stopped discipline before she’d wanted him to. In telling her what not to do, he’d given her the means to prolong it. “Yes, sir.”

“Very well.”

The first slap brought a profound sting and heady heat to her rear. She jerked and moaned, her feet kicking as tears prickled in reaction. Her inability to keep from weeping had been what had stopped Yuder too early in the past, but he understood her now.

He continued to spank her, the smacks leisurely and controlled. Tara whimpered under his exquisite care, feeling how firmly he held her wrists and kept her pinned. Yes, she’d been a bad wife, and her husband was doing his duty by chastising her. He knew what was best. He was the authority. She was supposed to be his obedient mate.

She couldn’t help but writhe on his legs as he slapped again and again. Her feet kicked, but he held her firmly in place. The heat of the strikes filled her, made her wetter and more excited even as pain increased. She buried her face in the bedcovers and yipped at each blow.

She sensed he might stop soon and lifted her head to wail, “Stop, please, stop!”

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