Someone Deserves a Spanking!

In this extract, Dana is jealous, thinking Ethan has been having a fling with Kaitlin the waitress. Her fears are entirely unfounded, but Ethan doesn't take too kindly to the accusation, nor does he like having can of paint hurled at him ... A spanking is called for ...

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"So," continued Dana, "did you have fun with Kaitlin? Or was it someone else this time? Oh, you - you lousy bastard!" she shrieked, and threw the paint can at him. He ducked and it hurtled
against the back wall, dripping its contents down the wall and all over the floor.

Ethan drew himself up to his full height and gave Dana a hard stare, his mouth set in a firm
line, eyes glinting. "Kaitlin is a waitress who served my table during a stopover in Denver. She
came on to me but I wasn't interested. I haven't made out with Kaitlin or anyone else for that matter, and I'm disappointed you think me so shallow and have so little trust in me."

"Oh." She glared at him, but there was less fury in her face, and just a hint of contrition. "So
why are ya dressed to kill, huh?"

"Clean this mess up, then return to our cabin," he said coldly. He glanced at his watch. "You
have one hour. Don't be late." With that he spun round on his heel and left.

"Ethan ..." But he had gone, and that cold look haunted her. Wearily, she began the task of
clearing up the mess, but during the entire proceedings she was aware of the trepidation building up,
for she had misjudged him badly, and surely she would pay the price for that on her bottom.

She was right.

Ethan was waiting for her. Without a word, he took her arm and escorted her into their bedroom. Dana gulped when she saw the pillow strategically placed in the middle of the bed. It would of course, raise her bottom to exactly the right height and angle.

Ethan uttered one word. "Strip."

Nervously, she did so, feeling gauche and embarrassed at her nakedness, and the coil of fear that snaked her spine made her tremble. Ethan interpreted her expression and his face softened.

"Never fear me, Dana. Never. But know that if this relationship is to continue, we need to have absolute trust in one another. I'm going to give you twelve with my belt to help drive that point
home."

Dana's eyes widened. His belt? He had only ever used his hand on her, and that hurt bad enough. How would she take twelve with the belt? But she swallowed, realizing she had failed him, and if this was the price to be paid, then she would take it as best she could. She watched, mesmerized, as his hands went to his belt, unbuckled it, pulled it free of the loops and folded it double, then wound it around his large, strong hand...


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