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but they’d left on a light to ward off the darkness. She led the way to their bedroom, clutching her purse containing the evidence.
    She set the bag on the nightstand and retrieved the crumpled receipt from the case. She turned to face him to find he’d removed his shirt, shoes, and socks. Wide shoulders tapered to a lean waist and hips. Dark hair curled across muscled pecs, dusted his flat abdomen. Below that, his erection tented his slacks. With a snap, he pulled his leather belt from the waistband, and the jangle of the metal buckle caused her stomach to clench. Dread? Desire? She couldn’t tell anymore.
    She had to stop him before the situation progressed. Before she lost her nerve. Cotton filled her mouth, and she licked her dry lips. She lifted her gaze and almost lost courage upon seeing his ravenous expression. Did she really want to spoil the moment? “I, um, have to tell you something.” She squeezed her fist, crumpling the receipt into a tighter ball. “It…it’s not good.”
    He drew his brows together. “What is it?” His concern worsened her shame.
    She took a breath. “When you asked me a couple of weeks ago if I needed to come clean about anything else, well, uh, there was. I went shopping when Mom and I went to lunch.”
    She opened her hand and held out the pink ball.
    He took it. “This was in the trunk?”
    She nodded. “It’s the receipt for my purchases.”
    He straightened out the paper so he could read it. For the longest time he said nothing.
    She couldn’t stand the silence. “Are you going to spank me?” she asked.
    He sought her gaze and nodded. “Not because you had been shopping, because that predated our arrangement, but because you lied when given the chance to confess, and you did so again when you dismissed the receipt as trash. However, I appreciate you telling me the truth now. Your punishment would have been far worse if I’d learned about this when I got the bill.”
    Her knees knocked together, and she swallowed to hold back tears. This would be her first disciplinary spanking, and she wondered how bad it would be.
    “Get undressed,” he said.
    Her ankle bracelet jingled when she kicked off her flip-flops. The chain reminded her of something a slave girl might wear. A symbol of the new paradigm. Linc was master of their household; her role was to obey. Despite her fear, her pussy clenched. She craved his approval, needed to erase his disappointment, restore his pride in her.
    She pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor, then unhooked her bra and let it fall. He closed the gap between them, and Regina trembled, her knees wobbling. In the role of disciplinarian, he appeared even larger, taller, broader. Next to him, she felt small in size and deed. She wished she’d told him the truth earlier.
    She widened her eyes when he pointed to the dresser wall. “I want you to reflect on your behavior. Please go stand in the corner.”
    A flicker of resentment lessened her nervousness, and she tightened her lips. Stand in the corner? She might have committed an error in judgment, but she was thirty years old, not a disobedient schoolgirl. But for her bottom’s sake, she knew better than to argue. She hadn’t considered all possible ramifications before she consented to obey Linc. But she had agreed.
    She padded to the corner and stood, toes grazing the baseboard, arms at her sides, staring at the blank intersection of the two walls. Her skin prickled when Linc came up behind her. “Stay there until I return.” He left the room.
    * * * *
    Linc settled into the leather wingback chair in his office, his mind swirling. He’d sentenced Gina to corner time to allow them both an opportunity to reflect before the spanking. Thought before action. He’d learned the motto from Rod and Cane. It helped to know other men practicing domestic discipline, because he couldn’t ask advice of just anyone.
    He and Gina had achieved tremendous progress in the past two