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intimately.
    But now she most definitely wished she’d just allowed the moment to pass, especially since he began laying tracks across her throbbing bottom the instant she agreed with him, each stroke leaving behind a scarlet ridge that she’d feel for quite some time - that would haunt her and make her consider her behavior a lot more carefully . . . for a while, anyway.
    Her yips and yelps at the swats he’d delivered with his hands and even the brush paled in comparison to the full on groans, moans and outright screams when that thin but sturdy rod snapped across both of her upturned hillocks.  Worse, she knew he that wasn’t even putting a quarter of his real strength behind them, thank God.  Somehow he always managed to walk that delicate line perfectly, so that she felt most thoroughly chastised but never crossing into any area that might have smacked of abuse.
    He was much too careful of her - much too attuned to her - for that.
    Yet he did challenge her limits, and had proven many times in the past that she could take much more from him than she thought she could.  It seemed as if this was going to be one of those times.
    Of course, he lectured her throughout it all.  They’d been together for so long that - if she’d been able to be the least coherent while over his lap or bent over this chair - she could probably have mouthed the words to most of them along with him, but of course that wouldn’t have been the brightest thing to do, either.
    “Didn’t I tell you from the first time we were together - practically from the moment we met - that you were never to close your legs to me?” he asked rhetorically.  “Ever?”
    He had and she had looked quite apoplectic at the idea. He had stepped up and taken control of her from the first, even when he probably wasn’t absolutely sure that that was what she wanted.
    But he’d known, somehow, it was exactly what she needed .

 
    Chapter III
    They had met when Ginger had agreed to spend some time that summer - too many years ago to want to recall - at her girlfriend Charlene’s family’s camp on Tunk Lake.  It was one of the few family camps that had been allowed to remain in existence when the state came in and turned it into a park. The lake was one of the coldest, cleanest and deepest in the state, and was never going to be any more developed than it already was, with the small state park beach and about five family camps well hidden along the vast shoreline, so much so that it looked completely undeveloped.  Each camp had acres and acres of dense, primeval forest between it and the next camp, so all were essentially completely isolated from each other.
    It was a tradition among the families to name their camps, so Charlene’s family had named theirs Upta , as in “I’m going upta camp this weekend.  Wanna come?”
    That exactly what Charlene had said to her when inviting her up.  Explicitly detailed directions were given, coordinates laid down, and search and rescue teams were alerted as Ginger had a notoriously bad sense of direction.  Just a few days later she found herself and her ancient Toyota chugging up Tunk Mountain, peering around anxiously at the gorgeous scenery and trying not to miss any of the multiple turns her friend had mentioned.
    When she finally arrived, she found she was not alone, and it wasn’t her friend that greeted her but rather her brother’s friend - Sean Aloysius Montgomery.
    “Are you Ginger?” he asked, already taking the small bag she had packed out of the trunk of her car before she could make a grab for it.
    Surprised - and not at all unpleasantly so - by the appearance of this gorgeous hunk of man, Ginger nodded.  “Guilty as charged.”  He was already headed into the huge log cabin, so if she wanted to see where her clothes ended up, she had no choice but to follow him.
    “I’m Sean Montgomery, Charlene’s brother Scott’s friend. Charlene is late, as per the usual Montgomery habit, but she - and