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of course you are lying and your deed proves to be false,” Carla said. “And if it does, I have allowed you the privilege of my body for naught.”
    “My deed is not false,” he told her with assurance. “But if the court rules against me, you may have your revenge on me in whatever manner you choose.”
    Carla smiled a slow and wicked smile. “In that case I would make you my slave,” she said, “and use you to satisfy the lust of any man who desired you.”
    His handsome features darkened briefly with anger at her words, but then he held out his hand to her. “I will agree to your conditions if you will agree to mine,” he said.
    One hand clutching her towel, Carla took his hand in a firm shake. “Agreed!”
    A wolfish smile touched his thin lips. With a sudden quick movement, he snatched the towel from her. “On your knees, bitch!” He snapped the command.
    Carla gasped, surprised to have been taken so offguard. A little cry escaped her lips as his big hand grasped a handful of her short, dark curls, his fingers tightening about the silken hair, slowly forcing her to the required position. Her knees touched the bare mahogany floor.
    “Now,” he said in a hard voice, “I will go into the bedroom, and you will crawl after me until you are at my feet. I want you flat upon the floor, wench, abasing yourself to me. Remember, you have agreed to do all I command.”
    “A little fucking, aye, but this?” Carla protested.
    “Disobedience will be punished,” Hawke promised her. “Do you want Amorata Cay or not, wench? If you want it, you will earn it, not just pay for it. Now, crawl!” And he turned to walk back into the bedroom, going to stand before the open French doors.
    Carla was angry, but at the same time, she was intrigued by what was happening. She had never heard of anyone being killed or otherwise harmed while in the Channel. That being the case, she decided to follow this through, because he obviously had something that she wanted: a little excitement in her old program. Flattening herself to the floor, she crept after him.
    Upon reaching the French doors, Hawke turned to see if she was obeying him. He had gotten a good look at her naked body when he had taken the towel from her. She wasn’t very tall, standing no more than five and a half feet in height. She had full round breasts, a tiny waist he wagered his hands could span, and shapely limbs. He watched through narrowed eyes as she crawled toward him. Her nicely rounded bottom wanted attending to, and that would be his first order of business. He seated himself on an upholstered pale blue settee next to the doors, and when she reached him, he said, “Put yourself over my knees, wench, so I may punish your earlier disobedience. Be quick now! I’ll not tolerate any further refusal to obey my directives.”
    Ohhh, Carla thought excitedly. He’s going to spank me. I’ve never included spanking in this program, unless it was me doing the deed . She rose slowly, letting him see her naked form at his leisure. “Do not be cruel, Hawke,” she said to him as she draped herself gracefully across his lap.
    “You will refer to me properly, wench, as ‘my lord,’ or ‘your grace,’ ” he told her. The plump white buttocks before him were bold in their stance. Captain Raven needed a good hard spanking. One hand descended to meet her delicate flesh as the other held her firmly by the back of her neck to prevent any serious struggle.
    Carla squealed as the big hand delivered its first smack. It stung. The hand continued without ceasing as her tender bottom grew pink and hot with his blows. Despite the hand on her neck, she found herself able to wiggle a protest at the length of his punishment. Finally he stopped, the big hand rubbing her burning flesh soothingly.
    “I expect you will now remember your place, wench,” he said to her. “Now, lie still, for I have a little something for you. His hand wedged between her legs. She was wet. “You’re