Chapter Two-3
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Midge’s heart responded happily. What an amazing man, that he could read the two of them so easily.
“Thanks for saying so,” she answered with a grin.
“No problem. And about the spanking?”
“Yes?” She drifted back toward embarrassment feeling a wild flurry of feelings suddenly appear—arousal, longing, and intense shame being just a few.
“I rarely spank a woman’s behind unless it’s as bare as a babe’s. Remember that.”
Another thrill of expectation darted through her system, and her p***y clenched as a result. But why would he tell her this?
“So you think I should be warned?” she asked.
“I’d say so.”
“And you’re warning Cissy, too?”
“No. But if Cissy earns another punishment, trust me, I will blister her behind until it’s raw, and you can’t do that over blue jeans.” His smirk was both playful and devious, and she wanted to laugh—though she kept that to herself. “Now, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have Amanda and my leather belt breathing down your neck.” Without bothering to see her reply, Hank turned around and ambled toward the stable door.
The swoosh of excitement pulsing through the pretty brunette couldn’t have been more vivid and alarming. He was warning her, not Cissy, making so many suggestions she wanted to jump right on them, hoping with her whole heart that Hank Devlin wanted her. Was it really possible? And about the spanking? And his clearly dominant character? It seemed that if she really wanted a relationship with the man, she’d have to accept all that. Then again, would that be so bad?
Perhaps that was the real purpose behind his warning. She could only hope.
Returning to work, Midge let her mind roam free, going to all the places that a relationship with Hank would suggest.
She daydreamed of going over his lap, a careful hand pulling down her jeans; and then that hand stroking the skin of her naked ass with a tender touch until she was squirming like a fish gone aground. Would his c**k respond? Poke against the fly of his denim? Press into her tummy or side? Would he be as aroused as she was now? Midge dreamed of his dominance, and that same startling, forceful command that had thrust her under his arm that morning and spanked her sassy ass. His power to subdue her was amazing—her mind working at a feverish pitch to understand why something so humiliating could be so wonderful. Her body was bursting with desire, her brain teaming with confusion; and the fact remained, there was no man she’d ever wanted more than this one.
At five o’clock that afternoon, just as it was time to finish for the day, Midge was surprised again to find Hank Devlin staring at her as she moved from the paddock back into the stable.
“Ready to go home?” he asked.
“Yes, I think I finished everything.”
“Good work. Amanda piled it on today.”
“Her revenge, I’m sure.”
Hank chuckled and walked with her toward the rack on the wall where she kept her backpack.
“How about going out for a beer tonight?” he said.
Midge instantly frowned. “Oh, gosh, I wish I could,” she said despondently. “I have this family thing, my brother’s birthday. Maybe you could…” she stopped. No. Not yet. She couldn’t invite him home yet. “How about tomorrow? I’m free?”
“Sure.” His seductive grin seemed to blanket her with more lust. “We can go from here. Grab a hamburger at the diner.”
“Yeah. I’d like that very much.”
Midge had no doubt that he could read her desire. If he could figure out her relationship with Cissy so easily, certainly he sensed how much she liked him. But what should that matter? He is a direct sort of fellow, hasn’t pulled any punches about who he was, and apparently, he liked her.
Maybe she had Cissy to thank for this. Drew the guy right out of the water when it might have taken weeks before they would get to this point. Seeing him walk away, there was a self-satisfied expression on her face.
“What the hell has you so happy?” she heard Cissy’s caustic sounding question, and she turned about pleased to see that she’d noticed.
“Nothing, really? But I have to cancel our plans for tomorrow.”
“You aren’t carrying some grudge about this morning?” Cissy wondered.
“Oh, heavens no!” She smiled broadly. “I have a date.”
Refusing to elaborate, Midge pulled her backpack off its hook and took off toward her car, shaking her lovely behind as sassily as she could.
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