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to never
use the word divorce with me again.”
    Oh she was screwed. He was going to punish her and
rightfully so. They’d sworn never to use that word unless they truly meant it
and she had, though she hadn’t meant it.
    She lay patiently as Jack removed the clothespins from her
stomach. The blood circulation returned and suddenly she found herself highly
aroused. She’d ruined the moment briefly, but now she was back to craving an
orgasm, but first she had to accept her fate—the riding crop.
    She scooted off the bed and over to the stool. She lifted
the leather crop in her hand and slid it along her palm. This would pack a
wallop.
    “I’ll take that.”
    Jack extended his hand expectantly.
    Beth cautiously gave him the tool to whip her ass. She was
going to be sore tomorrow.
    “Bend over please.”
    She nodded. There was no arguing. She deserved what was
coming no matter how much she dreaded it. She turned her body so she was facing
the window. Outside, the rain was coming down in buckets. The sky was gray and
she thought she heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance.
    Her heart fluttered as she got comfortable on the leather
padding. She wondered if Jack would use great force to show her erroneous ways.
    She stole a glance to see if she could tell what he was
feeling. She thought for sure he’d hug her once her hands were free, but he
hadn’t. Instead he’d insisted she place her body over the chair and accept her
punishment.
    “Jack?”
    “Hmmm.”
    “I love you.”
    “I love you too, Beth.”
    “Diamonds and Feathers forever.”
    “This will hurt me just as much as you, Beth, but it’s
really for your own good.”
    She turned away from his stern look. He was more than angry.
He was disappointed. Usually “diamonds and feathers forever” was the one thing
she could say and any argument would fall by the wayside. Not this time.
    She braced herself for the whipping that was now her fate.
    As she waited with her eyes closed and holding her breath
she remembered the first time they’d experimented with spankings. Jack had been
tickling her and suddenly he tossed her over his knee and starting smacking her
ass. Oh how she’d wiggled and fought against his hard hand.
    Luckily she’d had jeans on because they took some of the
sting out. When he’d finished his hand was beet red. That day his hand hurt
just as much as her ass. Over the years they tried various items, like
spatulas, wooden spoons, and ping pong paddles. The end result was always the
same, rosy cheeks and a drenched pussy. It was all in the name of fun.
    Today was a different story. Today her cheeks would sting
like a motherfucker, but she was willing to accept that for the price of love.
    Like a sword whizzing through the air, she heard the crop
before feeling it. As it snapped across her ass, her skin lit on fire, as if
someone burned a match under her butt.
    She swallowed the cry that threatened to escape. She
deserved this. God, how she deserved this.
    Jack didn’t speak as he cracked her ass. He remained too
quiet for her liking. Normally he’d speak and ask her questions, like Who’s
a naughty girl? Who likes her butt spanked?. Not this time. The only sound
in the room was the crop as it zipped through the air.
    After what felt like an eternity he stopped. Beth let out a
breath and opened her eyes. She didn’t move from her position afraid he’d
demand her to stay put for more.
    “Get up, please.”
    His booming voice stunned her. She scrambled to her feet and
stole a peek. His face gave away nothing. She wasn’t sure if this was over or
if it was just the beginning.
    There were a million questions she wanted to ask and just as
many things she wanted to say, but she kept quiet. She’d wait for him to
determine what happened next.
    “In the corner.” Jack pointed to the corner between their
closet and bedroom window.
    “Huh?” She knew it was stupid to question, but she did.
    “Just do as I ask, Beth.”
    Hurt filled