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I d been there, one of us would have watched the
food the whole time. It doesn t matter that you ve
been cleared of wrongdoing by the FBI. God
Almighty could write your innocence on stone
tablets, and you d still have a hell of a time
recovering your clients.
 You re right, he said. Their gazes locked, and
he read in hers what she wanted before she spoke
of it.
 Please, she whispered,  spank me.
Jackson thought a moment, and then said,  All
right. He stood, pointing at the far corner.  Stand
there, Lena, and wait.
While she scurried to obey, he heard her
squeaked assent.
 Hands on your head.
Jackson took his time clearing the table. Once
he had, he looked in her utensils drawer for a few
minutes. Then he tapped her on the shoulder.
 Come with me. He led her to the kitchen table,
saying,  Bend over.
Lena started to undo her slacks, but Jackson
said,  Let me. She rested her forearms on the table
while he slid her slacks and panties to her ankles.
Heat flushed her face when his palm stroked her
sitting area.
 I want you to let go of the guilt, Lena.
She opened her mouth to say,  Yes, sir, but
when his hand smacked the center of her butt, what
came out instead was,  Ooo!
He was spanking her just as hard as he had
during their wild night of lovemaking. Again, his
hand landed, and again she exclaimed, this time
shifting from foot to foot.
Then his hand cracked across her right cheek at
least ten times. Tears welled in her eyes.  Ow, stop,
please, Jackson, you spank too hard!
He said nothing, but began spanking her left
cheek repeatedly, the smacks building an intense
burn. She felt teardrops trickle down her face, and
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her voice cracked when she said,  I m so sorry,
Jackson, please, I ve learned my lesson.
He stopped spanking her. The fire in her
backside built uncomfortably, and she moaned.
 Lena, I know you re sorry for assuming the
worst about me. But I don t think you ve let go of
the guilt, and I m going to make sure that you do.
Something stung her left thigh.  Ow, ow, ow!
What are you using?
 A wooden spoon. I read that it produces a
wicked burn without leaving marks. I intend to
correct you, not mark you, especially not on your
thighs, the way your father did.
 But I hate having my thighs spanked! she
sobbed.
 I know, he said, the spoon tattooing both legs
while she hopped and cried.  But it worked to help
you let go of your guilt on our night together, and I
need you to let go of your guilt now. Not that you
shouldn t feel some guilt, abandoning the job we
agreed to do together at the last minute.
 I know, she wailed.  Stop, please, I m so
sorry!
When he laid the spoon on the table, she was
surprised to see how small it was. The whacks had
hurt so much that she d assumed he was using a
bigger, heavier spoon.
Maybe she should stop making assumptions.
Doing so had landed Jackson in his troubles, and
had landed her in hers.
 Lena, are you ready?
She rubbed one wet eye with her hand, saying,
 Yes, sir.
 Have you let go of your guilt yet?
 Uh, um, I mean, yes, of course, she babbled
when she realized what she needed to say to stop
the spanking, but she knew deep down that he d
see through her response, and that she wanted him
to.
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 No, I don t think you have. He sighed.  Put
your hands behind your back.
She did as she was told, resting her right cheek
on the table, the small puddle of tears wetting the
side of her head.
His hand locked around her wrists just before
fiery torment descended, again and again.
 What is that? she choked out between sobs.
 A bigger spoon.
She jumped an inch off the floor when it kissed
her sitting area with fire.  Please, no, that s awful!
 Would you prefer the cane?
 God, no! she cried.  No cane!
 Then take your medicine like a big girl.
With that, he spanked her harder. Lena gulped
air, wailing loudly, and struggled against his
restraining hand. Finally, when she thought she had
no fight left in her, the whacks stopped. He cradled
her in his arms, holding her tightly.
 I m so sorry I ruined your life! She clutched at
him, burrowing her face deeper into his chest while
he stroked her hair.  Say you forgive me. I ll die if
you don t.
 Do you forgive yourself? he murmured.
 Yes, yes, I promise. Ohhh, my butt and legs are
throbbing. She leaned into him with a sigh as one
of his hands began stroking her singed areas.
 And is the guilt gone? he whispered. She felt
his lips nibbling her ear.
 Oh, yes, she moaned. Then their lips met, and
the sweetness of their kiss countered the harsh
burn where both spoons had bitten her. He broke
away, kissing her neck, one hand unbuttoning her
blouse. When he pushed his hand inside her bra,
she writhed against him. Tonight wouldn t be like
the first time. She didn t need tenderness, a gentle
touch. No, what she needed was his hot, hard
member, jamming in and out.
Now mostly naked, she begged wordlessly while
one hand massaged a nipple, and the other found
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her swollen nub. Jackson lifted her onto the table,
and someplace far away, her backside smarted. But
she cared nothing about her spanking now, nothing
about how much it hurt to sit. Instead, she threw
her legs around his waist, keening as he finally
thrust inside, taking her fiercely. She bit his
shoulder when his thumb teased her hot button, her
waves of pleasure rushing quickly to shore. This
was no sweet lovemaking it was raw, p rimal. She
shrieked when she came, pounding her groin
against his. Then he shouted her name, and love
flooded her heart. How could she have ever thought
this man would hurt her, would use her?
Their rhythm slowed, both satisfied now, and
the kiss they shared was satisfying.  Jackson, she
groaned when he removed his lips from hers,  I
I think, uh 
 Shh, he said,  No words now.
He kissed her again, harder this time, and she
sensed him stir inside her, felt her own need to
make love again. Her sitting area stung from
rubbing against the table, but she didn t care. All
she wanted was this man, forever.
A phone rang, but she ignored it until Jackson
pulled his lips off hers.
 Don t, she said,  let it go. Please. I need you.
She closed her eyes, knowing he was looking at
the Caller ID. He cursed.  It s my lawyer. I d better
answer it.
 But I thought you were cleared, she said.
 I was. At least, I thought I was. But if my
lawyer s calling me at this hour, it can t be good.
She waited, watching the expression on his face
shade from love to bitterness. She hoped he d never
look at her that way, with such hatred and anger.
He ended the call, saying nothing, grabbing his
clothing from the floor. As he moved away from her,
she climbed off the table, wincing at the throbbing
in her bottom.  Jackson, what s wrong?
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A short, vicious laugh escaped his lips.  I may
be criminally cleared of wrongdoing, but apparently
I can still be sued in civil court for what happened.
 Sued?
He jerked his pants up.  Yeah, sued. By none
other than that control-freak, son-of-a-bitch Harold
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