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you’re on full shopping restriction for a month. I’m going to ask the bank to notify me if the credit card is used.”
    “I’m not a child!”
    “Then you won’t have trouble living up to your agreement, will you?”
    She executed a pivot a military cadet would be proud of and marched from the room.

Chapter Four
    Snuggled against her husband, Gina rested her hand on his thigh and her head on his shoulder. She sighed with contentment.
    “Tired?” Linc glanced from the road to her. He drove her car, which they preferred to his pickup truck whenever they went out.
    She shook her head and smiled. “Happy.”
    He pressed a kiss to her hair. “Me too.”
    She stretched out her leg to admire her silver ankle bracelet. A band encircled her second toe and attached to a filigree chain that traversed her foot, then fastened around her ankle. Charms dangled from the links and tinkled when she walked. She planned to live in simple flip-flops so she could wear the jewelry every moment. “Thank you again for the gift,” she said. “I love it.”
    “You’re welcome. You deserved a reward. I’m proud of you.”
    She was proud of herself. She’d gone two weeks without spending a dime, other than for groceries and a few household items, which were not part of her restriction. The threat of a spanking hadn’t halted her shopping, but the understanding of how desperate Linc must have been to insist on disciplinary measures to get her attention. Losing his trust hurt more than a spanking ever could. She intended to restore his faith and repair the damage she’d caused.
    She wished now she had confessed the purchase of the cocktail dresses when he’d given her the opportunity. At the time, she’d been so pissed off by his ultimatum she’d withheld the information out of spite. Now that so much time had passed, it had gotten harder to tell him because she did not want to disturb the harmony. And apologies would no longer satisfy him or her. She hoped that her new restraint would be enough to prove that she’d changed when he got the credit card bill.
    Not shopping still challenged her. It had become routine to check out her favorite stores on her lunch or after work. And as Linc had pointed out, she always bought something. Only through cold turkey could she kick the habit. Since they’d implemented their agreement, she hadn’t set foot in a store.
    But she’d had plenty of spankings. Quick ones. Mini ones. Fun, light swats to her behind that warmed rather than heated whenever she playfully sassed him or otherwise provided him with an excuse to smack her ass. Not that he needed one. The man had become obsessed with her butt, and she’d discovered a new erogenous zone.
    It had taken longer than she’d expected to get ready for dinner, and he had been waiting in the foyer when she met him. He’d informed her that tardiness was unacceptable, lifted her skirt, and swatted her bottom a half dozen times. She had omitted panties, intending to tease him with an announcement of that fact at dinner, so he’d added another six spanks for unladylike behavior before he whisked her off to the restaurant sans underwear.
    His hungry gaze devoured her all evening. He used every opportunity to touch her, curving his arm around her waist as they strolled into the restaurant, “accidentally” nudging the swell of her breast, casually bumping his erection against her tingling rear as they waited to be shown to their seats, and holding her hand across the table while playing footsie with her underneath it. Wicked fun, all of it.
    She anticipated a good hard fucking as soon as they arrived home.
    Their marriage had entered a sexual renaissance. Linc treated her with courtesy and respect out of the bedroom, but when the lights went out, metaphorically speaking since they also engaged in day sex, he exerted mastery like never before. She responded to his dominance, perpetually aroused, wet, and ready twenty-four seven.
    Th-wap, wap, wap,