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hadn’t told him she was going or left him a note of some sort, and he’d had no idea if she was dead or alive when he got back from running errands.
    The tone of his voice when she’d taken the phone from her friend had sent shivers up her spine. Or when she’d let an upper respiratory infection become walking pneumonia. Simon’d been completely solicitous of her throughout her entire recovery, and had been scrupulously sure that she was completely healthy before he’d taken his unhappiness out on her helpless butt in an eerie, unsettling silence that just made her groans 17

    and moans sound that much more mournful over the sharp crack of his palm – and then the paddle and then the cane - against her rapidly overheated flesh.
    “I am going to break you of this habit of running yourself down if I have to spank you every night for the next year, do you understand me?”
    “Yeeeeessss!” she answered on a yell, knowing his questions were not always rhetorical even in the middle of a punishment and not wanting to earn extra for not answering him.
    His hand decorating her white skin with rapidly reddening palm prints, Simon asked in a calm, controlled voice that served as a humiliating counterpoint to her frantic cries and yelps, “And is that what you need me to do for you so that you’ll remember your rule about that?”
    “N- nooooooooosiiiiiiiiirrrrrrr!” Oh, God, just the thought of that – and knowing full well that, if he said he would spank her every night for a year, then that was exactly what he would do, completely without regard to any other disciplinary actions she’d endured during the day.
    Once, and only once, he had decreed that she would be put to bed early – seven o’clock, which nearly killed her – for two weeks – with a profoundly sore bottom. It was the hardest two weeks she’d ever experienced in her life, and her bottom had been so swollen and tender she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to live through it, but he had never flinched from doing exactly what he’d told her he would do, nor had he balked at putting another layer of bruises down when she misbehaved during the week.
    Come to think of it, she’d even gotten her regular, once-weekly session during those weeks. She was almost never allowed to accept a Sunday night invitation to go out anywhere with anyone. Simon could be very understanding about some things, but extremely rigid about others – this was one of the things that he was very staunch about. She was in bed by eight every Sunday night, always on her tummy because her butt had been blistered so thoroughly. Maura thought that in the past five years, he might have made an exception to that rule only about twice – barring sickness or injury, of course – and both of those times were only because the person she wanted to see was from out of town and Maura rarely got to see them. Even then, he’d really not cancelled it. She’d gotten her regular weekly paddling, but on Saturday night instead, so that when she did go out to dinner with her friend, she was sitting, dressed to the nines in a very fancy restaurant, on an extremely tender, black and blue butt.
    Maura was wiggling for all she was worth, but Simon could hold her fast without even thinking about it, so her struggles were completely futile and mostly for her own benefit – it was darned near impossible to take one of his spankings without desperately trying to avoid the stinging slaps he delivered with clockwork precision.
    “Well, it’s not like you haven’t been disciplined for this before, is it, now, Maura Elizabeth Boardman?”
    Her bottom was going to explode . . . or fall right off, she was sure. At least then the ordeal would be over. But no. It stayed right where it was and just got sorer and sorer with each painful descent of his hand. “I’mmmmmm sooooorrrrryyyyyy!” she wailed, knowing she’d said exactly that before in just that manner over just this misbehavior. And Simon