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fellow with mutton chop whiskers, whereas Julian was slender and clean-shaven -- but suddenly he had taken on the mantle of the keeper of the Ledger. He was so handsome that he always made her toes curl, but tonight he seemed darker somehow, delicious and very dangerous. He filled her with awe as he went on, his voice deceptively soft.
    "Here's a good bit… 'Today, my dear wife visited the milliner and did purchase four hats when I had expressly instructed her that one would suffice. Thus it has been my unfortunate task to administer the supreme sanction this evening. That is, my good and trusted cane, applied to her naked buttocks in six robust strokes. As ever, my darling did protest a very great deal, but with the assistance of Miss Sutherland, who held her down, I was able to complete the chastisement to my utmost satisfaction. So much so that, as I write this record, my dear one is lying face down on the bed beside me, with her delightful rear parts uncovered by either bed linen or night-gown. Though I do say it myself, the pattern of six crimson lines across her smooth white flesh is extraordinarily pleasing.'"
    The slowly spoken and savored words still hung in the air as Julian closed the ledger with a muted snap that seemed to echo around the room, and then looked up, his blue eyes intent as he scrutinized Alice.
    "He punished her for extravagance, Alice," he said, fingering the slender gleaming cane. "And I'll bet it was a lesson she didn't soon forget. I bet there wasn't a lot of overspending in that household for a while."
    "No, I suppose not." Alice experienced a deep, melting feeling in her stomach, and an excitement lower down that made it hard for her to keep still. The urge to rub her thighs together, to ease the ache, was overpowering.
    "Old fashioned methods have a lot to recommend them," her husband went on, still fondling the menacing length of rattan, "What do you think, sweetheart?" He twirled it now, deftly and cleverly, as if the damned thing had been designed for his fingertips.
    "I think they probably worked... would work very well." Alice could hardly believe that she was speaking the words. She was effectively sealing her own fate at the hands of this exotic stranger who'd taken the place of her familiar beloved husband. This stern, breathtaking man, both forbidding and temporarily forbidden to her.
    "In that case…" Julian nodded significantly, still twirling the cane.
    Oh God, it's so hard! So thin! It'll really hurt!
    Her eyes locked with Julian's, and they both looked down at the awesome object he was holding. It was such a plain thing yet latent with power.
    "Oh no," he said, surprising her by setting the cane to one side, "I think we'll leave this little beauty for another time."
    Julian shrugged, and Alice thought she saw a trace of trepidation. Was he unsure? Did he have just the same uncertainty and lack of experience that she did? For a moment, she wondered about her husband's past, and his secret urges that he'd never shared with her thus far. Had he done this before, played these games with a former lover? Or was it his first time too? If it was, he was clearly a natural, and she trusted him despite her fluttering fear.
    "I think we'll start off with something a little simpler, eh? Come over here," he said, patting his denim-clad knee.
    Alice crept across to him, and then paused a foot away, unable to look him in the eye any more. He dazzled her, and at the same time, she felt a whole new persona settling over her too. She hung her head and studied her toes, feeling more penitent than she ever had in her life; a miscreant facing retribution in the full knowledge that she had been sinful enough to deserve it. She shook, and bit back a moan when she felt her husband's hands on the waistband of her jeans, unfastening the button, then whizzing down the zip.
    "And I think we'll have a bit less of this sort of thing from now on." With a little shrug of disapproval, he tugged at the jeans,