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though.” He grabbed her forearm. “Something involving ye.”
    She attempted to pull free, but he held tight. He dragged her with him to the far corner of the stable. She tried to dig in her slippered feet as they went, but he was determined. She snapped at him to “Stop!” but he refused to listen. When he found a short stack of wood, he sat down and before she could even think of protesting. He drew her facedown over his lap. The sight of her wriggling bottom covered by the first dress he’d seen her in distracted him.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, trying to push her way up.
    The sharp Smack! of his hand settled her down for a second. “I’m going to burn yer butt, lass. Ye’re jist lucky I’m only spanking ye, not leathering ye with a strop.”
    “Stop this!” She slapped at his leg. “You cannot spank me. I’ve done nothing—”
    He sent his hand crashing down again and she yelped. “Ye’ve been sneaking around behind my back, talking to my men, trying to steal one away.” He smacked her again several times.
    “I haven’t been sneaking around.” She tried to push up off his lap again.
    “Aye, ye have.” He swatted her several more times, hard. “I’ll no’ have ye flirting with my men, tempting them to go off with ye.” Just the thought of her flirting with any of them filled him with fury.
    “I haven’t flirted with anyone!” She craned her head back to frown at him. “I need to leave here. I’m expected at villages all throughout the Highlands before winter. I can’t stay here.”
    “Ye’re no’ taking any of my men. And ye’re no’ going off on yer own.” He picked up the hem of her gown and shoved the fabric over her back. The sight of her bare bottom had him sucking in a breath. “We’ve talked about this already.” Then he flattened his palm against her creamy buttocks.
    “Owww!” She squirmed even harder. “You can’t do this! It’s wrong. It’s indecent.”
    Brodie didn’t care about decency at the moment, although seeing her bare bottom over his lap was playing havoc with his cock. It swelled as it pressed against her side. It ached to drive into the warmth of her sweet body. Frustrated even more, he spanked her steadily, solidly.
    She wriggled about, kicked up her legs, and hissed in pain. But she didn’t cry out. Finally, when he saw how red he’d made her bottom and the tops of her thighs, he stopped. He was tempted to smooth his hands over the heated buttocks, to soothe away some of what he’d done. He didn’t. Couldn’t. Instead he pulled down her gown and set her on her feet.
    Annabel’s hands immediately swept back to rub her bottom. She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “Why do you insist upon making me stay here? I’m not one of your responsibilities.”
    She wasn’t and he knew that, yet he worried about her. He stood. “Yer da would no’ have wanted ye off traveling aboot the country on yer own. Ye’ll stay here until I find ye a suitable husband to go with ye.”
    She blinked at him in astonishment. He was surprised himself. But now that he’d said it, he would stand behind his decision. She would only leave here after he found a man he’d trust with her.
    Still rubbing her sore bottom, she snapped, “It is not up to you to find me a husband. And you know nothing of what my father would have wanted.”
    He tilted his head, studied her for a second. Something was there at the edge of his memories. Something about her? Something about her father? When he couldn’t pull in that memory, he growled in frustration, “Do no’ fight me on this, lass. I will protect ye anyhow I can.”
    He stormed away before he did something really foolish, like pulling her into his arms. Ever since he’d held her near the loch while she’d cried in grief over the loss of her father, he’d longed to do so again. She’d felt so good against him, so soft, so warm. But he couldn’t touch her in that way ever again. He was