Her behind smarted.“Ow!”
He asked, “Naughty girls say what?”
Crack.
“Ow!”
“Ready to tell me what’s on your mind yet?”
Sarah yelled, “I don’t even remember what I was thinking about!”
“Yeah, I know, my naughty little kitten. Now, are you going to be a good girl, or am I going to have to discipline youmore?”
All she had to say was sayYes, Sir.“Look, buddy, you’re inmyhouse, andI’mthe boss here.”
“Oh, baby. I’ve been waiting for you to be so naughty.” He stood, dumping her on the braided rag rug on the floor, and he stared down at where she crouched at his feet. “I amalwaysthe boss, little kitten.”
Sarah started to scramble to her feet, but he grabbed her around her waist, spun her in his hands, and threw her over his shoulder.
Dagnabbit, he liked this fireman’s carry a little too much, maybe because he was so strong that it must be easy for him to pull off.
Sarah pummeled his back with her fists. “Put me down.”
“Keep doing that. It feels good. I think I’ll need a massage this evening because you were such a naughty girl.”
He carried her through the house and up the stairs, stepping up each riser easily as if he didn’t have a full-grown woman flopped over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?Ow!”
He’d popped her on the behind again. “The first time I saw that towel hook in the huge bathroom of yours, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Now be quiet, or I’ll gag you. It would be a shame to lose access to your mouth. I’d have to makeotherarrangements.”
What the—whoa.
Again, all she had to do was not push him.
All she had to do was sayYes, Sir.
“Put me down!”
“Deeper and deeper, little kitten. You don’t know when to stop digging yourself into a hole, do you?”
Considering the farm’s finances, evidently not.
He went first to the guest bedroom, where he’d tossed his duffel on the bed earlier.
A chilly night breeze floated through the rooms through the open windows, and the wooden floor rose a foot toward Sarah’s face as Blaze bent his knees to reach something. She asked, “What are you doing?”
“Quiet, kitten, unless you want arealspanking.”
“Oh, you think that wasn’t a real spanking?Ow!”
“And it’s going to keep getting harder, naughty girl, every time you mouth off. All you have to do is stop.”
Sarah braced her arms on his muscular back and pushed herself up to where she was planking over his shoulder. “I know what youwantme to do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to—Ouch!”
Dang, he was alternating his swats on both bum cheeks, too. Her whole bottom smarted.
And yet, she couldn’t quite stop. “You can’t make me—Ow-Wouch!”
