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He took her hand and brought her back to the end of their bed, placing her over his lap and positioning her butt well up in the air. Reed knew how much she hated being in this position, even more so when he deliberately hauled her up like this to make her bottom an easier target. "Now. You might not have violated the

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letter of the agreement, but I know you know that you violated the spirit of it. You knew that when I gave you that money, that I never wanted to get it back, didn’t you?"

There were only about three seconds between the time he stopped talking and the time he began spanking. Hard. Harder than he’d ever spanked her before. "Yesyesyesyesyesyes!!!" Trish fairly screamed, and the spanking stopped.

"Yes what?"

Sniffles. Sobs. "Yes I know that you didn’t want the money back."

"So you deliberately disobeyed me? Yes or no?"

"Well – but – I – "

Slap! The spanking began again and he got several more crisp swats in before she began her "yes" chant again.

"Are you ever going to go behind my back like that again?"

This time, she had learned, and answered immediately,

"Nonononono!"

"Are you ever going to disobey me again?"

"Nononononono! Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please let me up!"

"Let you up? I don’t think so. You’ve got a good hard punishment coming, and – " Reed paused suddenly, and let go of her. Trish couldn’t believe what he was doing until he said, "Get up and go close those windows. I don’t want the neighbors to call the cops on me while I’m disciplining you."

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Oh, man! She accomplished her task as slowly as she possibly could, and when she was done she couldn’t believe that he meant for her to walk all the way back and drape herself over his lap docilely for what he’d already said was going to be a severe session. Reed saw her hesitation, and crooked his finger at her, peeking out at her from under his furrowed brow. "Don’t make me have to come get you, Patricia Ann."

Although she dreaded what was to come, she did as she was told and found herself embarrassingly upended for the second time in less than five minutes.

There were no preliminaries. Reed just began smacking away, reddening her bottom briskly and efficiently, lecturing occasionally as he went along. "Let this be a lesson to you, my girl.

I won’t have you shorting yourself money you’ve rightfully earned because of this misplaced sense of I don’t know what that you’ve got in that head of yours." It seemed the more he talked the angrier he got, and the harder he spanked, up and down each rounded hemisphere, then down the tender backs of her thighs. "I don’t know what your problem is, but your phobia about money has just ended, right here and now. Am I making myself absolutely clear?"

He didn’t wait for an answer, which she couldn’t have given him anyway because she was crying much too hard. "I certainly hope so, but if you need me to do this again, I will. As a matter of fact, I think you’re going to get it again every night for the next couple of nights – " her wailing increased in volume exponentially at that pronouncement " – until I think that you’re truly repentant. I’m gonna wear my hand out on your bottom, you little brat, and then I’m going to call in the reinforcements."

Reed paused for mere seconds, long enough to reach behind him on the bed and produce the paddle he had bought on the Internet – the one with holes to make each stroke hurt more – and began cracking away at her already crimson butt with enough

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strength behind each stroke that she knew he meant what he was saying.

He didn’t stop again until he’d covered her whole sit-upon from stem to stern – twice – with sharp, stinging swats of that unforgiving wooden paddle. Then Reed laid it on the floor and held her close as she sobbed it out, then put her, still huffing and weeping lightly, under the covers gently while he undressed and got ready for bed. The paddle found its way back to hang from the nail in her closet before he joined her, holding her closely, one hand rubbing her back soothingly while the other cupped her woman’s heart. A thick bold finger delved between those private lips, discovering the copious honey there despite – or maybe because of – the thorough spanking she’d just been given.

Sometimes Reed just couldn’t believe how much being disciplined by him turned her on, but then, he didn’t want to question his good fortune too closely lest it disappear somehow.

"Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry I had to give you such a hard punishment," that finger was joined by another, stretching and filling her almost past her capacity as his soothing voice washed over her, "but you know that I only do it for your own good, don’t you?" Trish shivered, stroking her hands up and down the arm that lay between her legs. Reed kissed her, deeply, and was surprised but pleased when she moved out from under him to push him over onto his back and mount him suddenly.

He couldn’t control the groan of pleasure that escaped his mouth at the pleasure that was always achingly sharp when he filled her with himself. Trish caught his hands and placed them on her breasts, asking in a soft, submissive tone, "May I ride you?"

"Oh, God, yes!" the hungry sigh slipped out without his having to think about it, and she began a wild dance on his body as he claimed the points of her breasts and twisted gently, making her moan as uncontrollably as he was.

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As Reed grew closer and closer to his end, his hands grasped her bottom, squeezing and lifting, making her suck in her breath as the heat of her punished bottom filled his palms and he irritated her striped flesh, but he would not let her go. Reed took control of her body, setting a frantic pace, driving into her mindlessly, almost violently, catching a nipple and suckling it, pulling it against the roof of his mouth and rubbing the tip with his tongue while he plunged into her again and again, finally crying out her name at the moment of his explosion.

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s the months went by, Trish became more and more important to Reed, and he became more

A comfortable with his dominant role within their relationship. It was something that happened very naturally, and Tricia seemed to respond very well to it, although she did tend to grouse and grump, especially when he put the kibosh on her staying up until all hours of the night or made her eat more healthy food and exercise with him three times a week. He found himself spanking her fairly regularly, and although she protested the way he thought she would – like a little girl trying to weasel out of a punishment – Trish seemed to accept it without very much real fuss, and he did not go easy on her. For his part, Reed loved having the freedom to swat her bottom whenever he thought she needed it.

The paddle got some company – a leather tawse, a Vermont Country Store bath brush, one of his old belts, and a rubber strap.

Her bottom became intimately acquainted with each implement, and Reed had to put up hooks in the closet to hold each of them. He spanked her in longer, more painful sessions over his lap or over pillows on their bed, and also on the spur of the moment, bending her over the snack bar in the kitchen or his desk in the office if the situation warranted a little reminder to watch her tone of voice or language.

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It was almost the end of their second year together, and Trish hadn’t taken any of the vacation that was hers to take.

Frankly, she didn’t want to – the way the agreement read, she pretty much had to take it without him, and she no longer wanted to be away from him. But how could she tell him that she had come to think of him as more than her Sugar Daddy - much, much more, despite how carefully she had tried to keep their relationship on an unemotional level? Oh, he was pushy and autocratic and annoyingly right all the time, damn him, but he was also solicitous and smart and very caring in his own gruff way.

Finally, she decided to buck up and go up to Maine for a couple of weeks – at least she could console herself with fresh seafood and the beach. Trish let him know that night that she was leaving on the coming weekend. Reed did not look at all happy with the idea. In fact, he looked downright annoyed. "I had hoped that you were going to forego the ‘four weeks of vacation away from me’ bit. Wait a week and I’ll take you to London and Paris."

Apparently, he considered the matter quite settled and went back to work. But Trish did not. There was no way she was going to let him spend all that money on her – despite her previous spanking for just that reason. "No. I’m going to Maine this weekend."

Reed closed his laptop and the weight of all of his attention fell on her. "Are you so eager to get away from me that you can’t wait a week so that I can go with you?"

Nothing could have been further from the truth. But could she say that to him? No. "I – No, I’m not. I just still have the full four weeks left – all the traveling we’ve done this year has been ‘on the job’ for me," she missed his wince at her terminology, "so I figured I’d use some of it. The agreement doesn’t specify whether or not it can be accrued."

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Blast that damned contract! Reed thought. "Of course it can! But I could use a vacation, too, you know, unless you really would prefer that I not accompany you. I mean," Oh, God, he was sounding like a blithering idiot. "you have the right to spend your vacation by yourself, of course. I don’t mean to invite myself along

– dammit, yes, I do." Reed grabbed a hold of her upper arm and dragged her up against him. "I don’t want you away from me long enough to let you use the bathroom. I want to be on you and in you all the time, and I sure as hell don’t want you by yourself in Maine for two weeks while I’m here rambling around all alone in this house when I could be making love to you in every chateau in France."

Her mouth racing ahead of her thoughts, Trish blurted out,

"I don’t want you spending – "

Reed eyebrow met his hairline. "What did you just say?"

"I – I mean, I want to go to Maine, not to London or France.

And I would enjoy your company if you would like to join me – as my friend, not my boss."

He pulled her even closer, tipping her face up to his. "How about as your bossy friend? Wherever we go, though, I will pay for everything and I don’t want to hear a word about it from you."

Trish drew a breath as if to protest, but found his finger across her lips.

"Not one word or I’ll send you to bring me the bathbrush."

That shut her up immediately. "Now, are you married to the idea of Maine, or would you like to see London, or Paris, or Hawaii . . . "

They ended up in London for most of what became a three week holiday – although they did cross the channel and explore Paris, which was gorgeous. But Trish was a British history buff –

all those Masterpiece Theatres, she said – and she liked London

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better so they spent most of their time there in a hideously expensive hotel, gorging themselves on cream teas and Yorkshire pudding, making love, visiting all of the tourist places before collapsing in their luxurious suite at night to make love again.

When they returned to reality and Tennessee, it was their second anniversary and, instead of taking her out, Reed blindfolded her in their office and led her carefully up to their bedroom. When he removed the scarf, Tricia found that he had lit the room with candles, and filled it with roses of every color, even strewing petals on their bed. He dedicated himself entirely to her that night, every word he said, every move he made was designed to enhance her pleasure.

When, after several explosive orgasms, she tried to reciprocate for him, he gently rebuffed her although he was rock hard, turning her to cuddle her against him tightly and hold her while she drifted to sleep. Reed woke her several times that night, each time with a new pleasure, with his mouth at her breast or at the juncture of her thighs, making her ache before she was even conscious. He kept her in a constant state of arousal, despite her frequent and wild culminations. It wasn’t until just before dawn that Reed allowed himself to indulge his own best pleasure, feeling her warm moistness engulfing him, parting for him, surrounding him with her heat, surrendering her body to his ever rampant lust.

~ ~ ~

The meeting with their lawyers went a little differently from usual – especially when Reed stood up and asked Kell and Katherine to leave the room. Trish’s eyebrows rose, and when they were alone she turned to look at him questioningly.

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Reed looked almost nervous, pacing back and forth, and that had her worried. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him this agitated in almost three years. Oh, crap, she wondered. How big is that damned check this year? Well, it didn’t really matter.

Whatever amount it was, she certainly wasn’t going to give it back again. Trish rubbed her bottom reflexively at the memory of the spankings she got over several consecutive days for pulling that stunt last year.

"I guess there’s just no easy way to say this," he began.

Trish became immediately alarmed, her heart sinking into her stomach like lead. He was going to let her go! He hadn’t said a thing about it, but he wasn’t going to ask her to stay with him another year. That was why he’d asked the lawyers leave the room

– so he could break it to her gently while they were alone! What was she going to do? She didn’t even know if she could function without him any more . . .

Trish was so wrapped up in worrying that Reed was going to fire her that she missed practically all of what he was saying, until some of it caught her attention.