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with the spatula. He heard her breath draw in, felt the shimmer of growing desire and fear coming from her. “More,” he said, prodding her inner thigh. He rubbed her cheeks, which were still marked from the whipping he'd given her the night before. “You were a naughty girl last night, weren't you?” he asked.
    “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
    He was rewarded with the delicious smell of her arousal. Spanking was Kate's “on” button when it came to sex. And though she wouldn't have enjoyed the disciplinary spanking she'd received the night before, talking about it now would drive her wild. Reframing it as erotic fodder after the fact was the quickest way for the two of them to reconnect after discipline.
    “What happens to naughty girls?” he asked, tapping her bottom with the spatula.
    “They get spanked,” she said, the slight quaver in her voice making him smile.
    He popped one cheek with the spatula and she jumped. “That's right,” he said, popping the other cheek and watching her perfect little ass jump again.
    “You got spanked with my belt , didn't you?” he murmured.
    She whimpered at that.
    “Didn't you?”
    “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hips swaying back and forth, the moisture gathering between her legs so abundant that a drop fell on the floor.
    “I gave you a spanking you'll never forget,” he said as he snapped the rubber spatula up, catching her squarely on her exposed pussy.
    She gasped, jerking her hips to one side. He caught her hip and swung her pelvis back to center. “Stay very still for me, Kate,” he said lovingly, stroking and kneading her sore cheeks with his free hand. “You'll remember your spanking every time you sit today, won't you?”
    Before she could answer, he brought up the spatula again. She cried out, causing Luci to wake with a wail.
    “I got it,” he muttered and crossed the room to where Luci lay on the bed. He stroked her cheek, locking eyes with her and using vampire hypnosis to put her back to sleep.
    When he returned to Kate, though, he felt something like resentment or anger coming off her, the arousal quickly fading.
    “What?”
    She remained facing the dresser and shook her head, without looking back. “Nothing.”
    He picked her up at the waist, turning and plopping her on the dresser. He had to bite back an apology when she winced from the impact of the hard wood on her sore bottom—you don't apologize for discipline, unless it was unfair.
    `“I've just made it clear how I feel about lies,” he warned.
    She blanched, but her jaw thrust forward. She was staring somewhere in the vicinity of his right earlobe, rather than his eyes.
    “Tell me.”
    She heaved an exaggerated sigh, dragging her eyes to meet his. “Okay, it's just that I wonder why you couldn't have done that last night? Instead of letting her scream? Or was that part of my punishment—to see her so upset?”
    “I did do that last night,” he snapped. “At least a dozen times. And the hungrier she got, the more quickly it wore off!” He took a breath and exhaled slowly, troubled that his irritation level was still so high. He ran a hand through his hair. “But maybe you're right. Maybe part of me did want you to see her distress,” he admitted.
    He sat down next to her on the bureau and gathered his thoughts. “Listen, I've been thinking. Parenthood is a big stressor. I imagine you stayed out too late because you never get fun time anymore. And I'm thinking I have a short fuse because I've become a hermit here. I can't leave in the daylight, and I'm watching Luci the nights when you're performing with the band. And the nights when you're not out, I don't feel like leaving the two of you. But it's not healthy for either of us to just be living only for caring for our baby, regardless of how fulfilling it can be.”
    Kate's bare thigh was pressed against his leg and she reached for his hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't know—” she started in a choked voice.
    He waved his free