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Abby and I left shortly after the trophy presentation I told Linda I’d see her for dinner on Tuesday night and bade Elaina and Todd goodbye I hugged Todd, still slightly pissed about his antics at brunch, but wanting to believe he had the best of intentions

Once Abby and I were seated in my plane, I looked at my watch It was late On a typical Sunday, Abby would have already lefther back to the bedrooain, but I didn’t It would be outside of our agreereement

Which reminded me

“Did youI’d have to wait until at least Wednesday to have her again “Or were you just saying that to Linda?”

She flashedyou would want to stop by”

She hadoverto hide ht back to her comment to Linda “Research?”

“You do need help with your literature If you try really hard, I’m sure you can do better than Mark Twain and Jane Austen next time”

“Really?” I thought Mark Twain had been really good “Who would you suggest?”

“Shakespeare” She leaned back and closed her eyes

Fortunately, I had many, many volumes of Shakespeare at home

Todd called on Tuesday afternoon and apologized for his behavior on Sunday He said he was only trying to help, but that he rong to try to jog Abby’s y He thanked ht thing to do

I thought about calling Paul, but then I reone off about ht to New York if I told hiht, of course, but I’d just defused Todd, and I didn’t need another person telling me what to do

That night, I ate dinner with Linda She was all atwitter about her upco lunch date with Abby She frowned and asked why I never brought her to dinner, but I covered by saying Abby didn’t feel co Felicia behind Linda shook her head and told me Felicia elcome to come

It was the opening I needed: I launched into a discussion of the Super Bowl, and withinotten

Abby hadn’t waxed when I showed up for my Wednesday afternoon appointy the rest of the week What if she didn’t wax after I’d told her to? I felt like beating ainst a wall I’d have to punish her

Damn it all

What a way to start a weekend with Abby naked—inbench

There went any hope of anything except punishment And since there was no penalty written down for failure to wax, I’d have to think of so

Twenty strokes for a lost hour of sleep was too much I knew that now What would be acceptable for another failure to obey a direct command? Not twenty Fifteen? Ten? Somewhere in the middle? Thirteen?

Could I do thirteen?

Yes

Yes, I could

Because this time, I’d provide the necessary aftercare This time, I’d be better prepared This time would not be like last time

I left the city on Fridayto work from my estate so I could properly set up for the weekend The first thing I did was turn up the heat Abby would be ned all weekend and I didn’t want her to be cold I checked the heat on the hot tub and ensured clean toere in the nearby cabana I made paella for dinner

I pulled the whipping bench into my room

I took Apollo outside and played catch with hi him at the kennel the previous weekend, I didn’t have the heart to send hith of time

Ias near perfect as I could, and then I paced

Up and down in the foyer Down and up To the front door and back to the entranceway of the kitchen Strainingup the drive

Apollo heard her before I did

“Down, boy,” I said as he ran to the door and scratched at it He looked back at me and whined

This was not a good idea

I quickly took Apollo to the kitchen and closed the door By the ti

I opened the door slowly

Please, please, please

She entered the foyer with rin on her face

Oh, Abby This is not the saiven you a command last Sunday about panties I did tell you to wax

I pointed at her clothes “Take theet them back on Sunday”

She slowly slipped her sweater over her head, turned, and set it down Then she looked over her shoulder at me and unhooked her bra

Fuck She was doing a tiny little striptease

That ht?

The bra dropped to join her sweater on the floor

Maybe she was trying to distract me with the striptease

I shifted ht from foot to foot

She turned around to face ht of her topless Her hands slid down her body to the button on her jeans

Yes, take them off Let me see

With deft fingers, she unbuttoned her jeans She peeked up at me and sloorked the pants over her hips A little rock or two of her hps and—

Fuck She wasn’t wearing panties

The jeans slipped lower

She had waxed

The weight of the world lifted frootten, and I crossed the hall to take her in ht of her bare made me hard as a rock There would be no punishether