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sexual pleasure. Trust me to know when you need discipline and to provide it.”
    She bowed her head. He saw her take a deep breath and exhale. She lifted her chin and met his gaze. “Okay.”
    Jared’s heart swelled with relief and love. Melania did trust him. She was nervous, but she trusted him. The spanking would wipe the slate clean, and they could start anew, enjoy an even more positive and loving marriage. Once they got over this first hurdle, acceptance and growth would come.
    “Take off your robe.” His voice sounded thick to his own ears.
    Her hands fumbled as she untied the belt. She let the silk wrap fall to the floor. Despite his displeasure with her behavior, heat rushed through him as it always did at the sight of his wife’s body. Plump breasts filled her strapless red lace bra; her pert nipples, almost popping over the top, were visible through the sheer fabric. Smooth skin curved inward to her waist before swelling at her hips. A ridiculous scrap of triangle lace made little pretense of covering her bare mound.
    In those shoes, her legs seemed to go on forever. God, he wished she’d obeyed him about the shoes. He could have been fucking her while she wore them right now instead of about to spank her.
    He grasped her hand and led her to the spanking bench. Patented by a Rod and Cane Society member decades ago, the bench allowed for optimum positioning of the buttocks.
    “Bend over the bench. Let your arms dangle over the sides.”
    “Jared…do you have to—” Her eyes glistened. Her lower lip wobbled. She looked so adorably penitent, Jared understood why her father had been lenient with the discipline.
    “Do as I say,” he said gently.
    She turned and leaned over the bench. Her ridiculous panties were nothing more than a string tucked between two of the most perfect ass cheeks God had ever created. A tiny red satin Daisy Duck bow—a mate to the ones on her shoes—rested at the base of her spine. Her hair tumbled over one shoulder in an ebony fall. Lust as red as her bow rocketed through him.
    “Spread your legs,” he ordered. God help him, he wanted to see her.
    She widened her stance slightly.
    “More.”
    She parted her legs, and he secured her ankle restraints to the rings on the bench before rounding it and tethering her wrists to the hoops on the front. The restraints provided for her safety, to prevent her from jerking and to ensure the paddle landed where intended.
    He stroked her gently from shoulder to ass as he circled the spanking bench. He cupped and caressed her ass cheeks. Nearly naked as she was and exposed to the air, her skin felt cool, but the spanking would warm her flesh soon enough.
    The string of red floss offered no impediment, but Jared desired her totally bare bottomed. He grabbed a letter opener from his desk, sliced through the thong, and stripped it from her body, ripping away any pretense of who was in control.
    Melania was.
    Her willingness to submit and nothing else granted Jared his rights as head of household. Although Jared demanded all-or-nothing capitulation, Melania could refuse to submit to a spanking at any time. The contract of consent merely ensured both husband and wife entered the marriage fully cognizant of the finer points of their agreement and offered legal protection in the event their arrangement was misunderstood by an outsider.
    Signing the document only pledged commitment. This moment transmuted promise to reality and demonstrated that Melania was willing to go the distance. With her submission, she’d granted him his rights as her husband, and he was humbled. Already the spanking was having its intended effect of fostering trust and respect—and he hadn’t even paddled her yet.
    This was a special time in their marriage, even more momentous than their wedding ceremony. The first spanking represented a huge milestone in a marriage.
    Jared had spanked a couple of former lovers in an attempt to guide their behavior, but he’d known at the