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and kitchen. “One swat for every ten minutes it takes you to make it shine.”
    Ten minutes? His ass tingled. It would take at least an hour. Though likely much longer. “That’s not fair. The mess didn’t happen in a day.”
    “Then you’d better get started.” She tapped the paddle to his ass. “I’m timing you.”
    Great! He wouldn’t sleep on his back that night, lucky if he slept at all.
    Beginning in the living room, he picked up all the garbage and dirty dishes. By the time he’d finished, the floors sparkled and the rotten smell was replaced by lemony freshness. Almost two hours had passed. Ten swats.
    “Much better.” Bryn nodded. “Now it’s time for your punishment, to remind you to clean up after yourself.”
    He stripped and stood naked, hands behind his back and legs apart. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor lest more slaps be added to his high number.
    “Over my lap.”
    Darryl groaned at the sudden change in her tone, from stern to sultry. What would she do to him after his spanking? He kneeled and lay over her lap, sure to touch the tip of his cock to her thigh. Yes, he deserved the punishment, but he craved so much more.
    Bryn caressed the cheeks of his ass, her palms delicate, like Beth’s. He’d never expected her to cause him any pain. Heck, he wouldn’t have guessed her in the military when they’d first met. But she’d surprised him in many ways and made her expectations clear.
    “Your ass is round and firm. It will glow nicely by the time I’m done.”
    Not the first time he’d heard the words. He yearned for her to stop playing with him and spank already.
    Bryn reached between his legs. When she grabbed his shaft, he sucked in a breath and released it with a groan.
    “Interesting. I’ve never met a guy so turned on by impending pain.” She squeezed before releasing him. “Let’s get started.”
    He braced for the first spank. No matter how often Beth had punished him, the first swat came as a surprise. With a different paddle, Bryn could inflict even more pain.
    The plastic struck, setting his ass on fire. He shot forward with a yelp, unsure he’d get through all ten.
    “I expect you to count.” Bryn caressed his stinging skin, her touch absorbing some of the hurt.
    “One.” Darryl closed his eyes, waiting for the next.
    Smack!
    Another cry. “Two.” His ass burned as if he sat on hot coals.
    The next three followed in quick succession, the pain blinding. He’d barely caught his breath in between. Had he counted? But Bryn hadn’t scolded him.
    The paddle clanked on the table, and she grabbed his cock. “Not so excited anymore. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”
    “I’ve learned my lesson.” He rocked into her fist. The sting disappeared as desire surged.
    Bryn let go. “I don’t think you have. You just want what Beth gave you after. Not this time.”
    His muscles jerked with number six. All lust for the woman vanished. She wasn’t his wife. Just a clone who wanted to punish him. He tried to roll away, but she gripped his side.
    “If you leave, I’ll add more.”
    “Then get them over with.”
    The next came so hard and fast, tears formed in the corners of his eyes. “Seven.” He didn’t want the woman there. She had no right to take Beth’s place.
    “Eight, nine, ten.” She tapped out the last three. “I’m done.”
    Darryl tensed, sure she baited him.
    She stroked his back and his ass, soothing the burn. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend to be her. Not with you.” Gone was the confidence and command in her voice.
    He slid from her lap and kneeled in front of her. “You don’t have to be Beth. I don’t expect you to.”
    She shook her head and glanced toward the windows. “No, I mean pretending to be Bryn, to be a clone.”
    He gripped the sides of her chair, shock rolling through him. “Beth?”
    Chewing her bottom lip, she nodded.
    Darryl stood and pulled her into his arms. Doubt crept in and he set her back on her