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while over her shoulder she watched Benedict approach. His fingers were like a homage when they touched her, cool and precise. But as they glided across her skin, they provoked fire along their progress.
    Closing her eyes for a moment, Mary pressed her hot face against the blotter, unbearably stirred, but not knowing what it was that moved her the most. Was it Benedict’s hand, or Leonard’s close scrutiny? Or was it her own power and her delight in her exposure?
    All of it. It’s all of it. Oh, heaven help me…
    The clock on the mantel ticked. The fire in the grate crackled. The springs in the chesterfield creaked a little as Leonard, too, shifted position. Was he aroused already? She suspected as much. And closer to home…was Benedict aroused, too? Mary edged along the desk, trying to press her thigh against the specialist’s narrow pelvis.
    â€œUh-oh,” he warned, and she almost keened with hunger. It didn’t seem possible that she could be more stirred and excited than on their first thrilling encounter. But she was, great God, she was. It was near unbearable, and she couldn’t keep still. Her hips began to move again, her pelvis circling helplessly, massaging her mound against the desk.
    How on earth could she be so wanton? Should she moan with lust, or simply giggle at the utter absurdity of it all? All she knew was that being a sensualist was second nature to her now. Both Leonard and she were happy voluptuaries, reborn.
    And when, in a stern voice, he said, “Mary!” it was really a salute, not an admonishment.
    â€œSo lewd…so very wicked,” concurred Benedict, the young specialist, and his slow fondle suddenly became the first smack.
    â€œOoh! Ow!” Mary jerked, her legs kicking. How it hurt! She’d expected just a tap, a slow buildup, but this was fierce and it caught an acutely tender spot. The underhang of her curvaceous left buttock was almost sizzling in an instant, and a matching strike, on the right, made her hiss.
    Why does pain excite me so? What is it that turns something so nasty into something so very wonderful?
    It was inexplicable to her, yet some low, ancient part of her brain seemed to understand it. Despite the fact that she’d always been the first to spring a tear over a stubbed toe or a needle-pricked finger, and she’d bellowed vehemently for ether during childbirth.
    Benedict’s spanks fell upon her with all the regularity of the grandfather clock’s tick out in the hall. Slap. Slap. Slap. Wallop. Wallop. Wallop. Fire raining down and making her desperate and ravenous. She moaned for a kiss, for a caress, for dark pleasure in whatever form it came.
    Serve me! Satisfy me! Fulfill me!
    She wanted to shout it out as royal command, but all that came out were broken moans and whimpers. Her hips churning, she edged apart her rounded thighs, casting a slanted glance toward Leonard, where he sat on the nearer chesterfield, glass in hand but too mesmerized to drink.
    See me! Look upon me, both of you! I’m a woman and I’m beautiful…I’m what you want.
    The blows still fell upon her bottom, circling around and around, imbuing every inch of her tender skin with tingling heat and a pulsing, pounding energy. Lifting her haunches, she flaunted herself to her admirers, shamelessly revealing her glistening nether folds as she met the falling hand that struck her flesh.
    But when the specialist faltered, she nearly crooned out loud with triumph. She’d affected him with her antics; she’d got the better of him.
    â€œPerhaps I may take a turn?” Leonard suddenly inquired, setting his glass down with a thump on the lace cloth-covered surface of the small table beside him. “I think I’ve got a pretty clear idea of it now.”
    It was Mary’s turn to falter, to still in her squirming. Oh, how she wanted this! The disciplinary hand of her dear, beloved husband.
    â€œOf course.”