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  Daphne looked up at him in disbelief. “B-but you can’t spank me again,” she protested. “You already spanked me for snooping in their garage.”

  His brows drew together. “Yes, I did,” he agreed. “But this spanking won’t be about the garage. It will be about all the snooping you were trying to do tonight during dinner after I specifically told you no more.”

  She lifted her chin. “I wasn’t snooping,” she said sullenly. “I was being social.”

  Zak’s mouth tightened. “Bull! You were being as nosy as you always are. Next, you’ll be interrogating John and Claire like they’re suspects in some damn investigation. And I’m not going to allow it, Daphne, do you hear me?”

  Daphne chewed on her lower lip. Okay, so maybe she had been a little nosy during dinner, but that didn’t mean she deserved a spanking for it. Especially not when her bottom was still a little tender from that earlier encounter she’d had with the wooden spoon. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d done any real harm.

  “But honey,” she pleaded as Zak led her up the steps and into the bedroom. “I only asked a few questions. It’s not like I hurt anyone. Really, I don’t think I need another spanking for that.”

  He didn’t say anything as he picked up the hairbrush from the dresser, then led her across the room to the straight-backed wooden chair there. A recent addition to the room, the chair had been her idea. She had wanted Zak to be able to give her more traditional over-the-knee spankings in their bedroom, so when she’d seen the chair at a local antique shop, she had decided it would be absolutely perfect. If she had known that it would be used for administering a discipline spanking, then she would never have bought the damn thing.

  Still holding onto her, Zak turned her to face him. “Well, I think you do need another spanking, Daphne. And while you may not have hurt anyone tonight, if you keep acting like this, someone will get hurt. You know that better than anyone.” His eyes were hard as he glowered down at her. “And that spanking I gave you this afternoon was for snooping around in the neighbors’ garage. This one is to make sure you keep your nose out of the rest of their business.”

  Before she could reply, Zak sat down on the straight-backed chair and guided her over his knee. Remembering how much getting spanked with the hairbrush had hurt that afternoon, Daphne desperately tried to think of something to say that would make him change his mind, but she couldn’t think of anything. Perhaps, because deep down she knew Zak was right.

  And so, she went willingly, automatically placing her hands on the carpeted floor to balance herself when she felt him put his hand on her back. When he lifted her sundress and pulled down her panties, however, she couldn’t hold back the soft, little sound of protest that escaped her lips. Right at that moment, it didn’t matter that her husband was probably right or that she almost certainly deserved this spanking. All she could focus on was how much it was going to sting, and how red and sore her bottom was going to be after it was over. Why couldn’t she just learn to mind her own damn business?

  Once she was draped over his knee, Zak wrapped his arm around her waist, securing her more firmly in place. Daphne tensed, knowing that the spanking was about to begin. If only he would give her a warm-up with his hand first.

  But as with the other discipline spanking he’d given her, there was no warm-up, and the very first stinging smack with the hairbrush set her ass on fire.

  “Owwwwww!” she yelped, the cry barely out of her mouth before the brush came down just as hard on her other cheek. “Honey, that stings.”

  The brush smacked against her ass again. “It’s supposed to sting, Daphne.” Zak punctuated the words with another hard smack. “I want you to remember this spanking every time you think of snooping.”

  Daphne opened her mouth to tell him that she would never snoop again, but the words ended in a sharp yelp as the brush came down yet again on her bottom. Zak spanked her in earnest, alternating from one cheek to the other, going back and forth until she was sure her bottom must be glowing. Only then did he move to the tender area of her sit spots.

  No matter how much she pleaded with him to stop, no matter how much she kicked and squirmed, the hairbrush just kept coming down over and over on her poor upturned bottom. If she’d thought the spanking he’d given her that afternoon had been hard, it was nothing compared to the one he was giving her now. If he weren’t holding onto her so tightly, she might actually have wiggled right off his lap and onto the floor.

  Almost desperate for even the tiniest bit of respite, Daphne reached back to cover her burning ass cheeks with her hand. Without missing a beat, Zak caught her hand in his and pinned it to the small of her back, then administered a dozen stinging smacks on her sit-spots as punishment.

  Her cries of protest coming out as one, long, continuous squeal, Daphne squirmed for all she was worth, trying to evade the hairbrush, but it did no good. Zak only tightened his grip on her waist, keeping her as firmly in place as if a metal band had been locked around her. She kicked her legs, scissoring them back and forth so wildly that her tiny bikini panties went flying. And yet, she barely noticed. All she could focus on was how much the spanking hurt. She would never, ever snoop again, no matter how curious she was, she promised herself.

  After another set of hard smacks the spanking abruptly stopped. This time, however, Zak didn’t allow her the luxury of lying there, but immediately stood her on her feet. Daphne’s poor bottom stung so fiercely that the urge to reach back and cup her reddened ass was almost too much to resist, but one look at her husband’s expression was enough to make her change her mind.

  “Now, I want you to go stand in the corner and stay there until I tell you to come out,” Zak ordered.

  Daphne stared up at him in disbelief. Stand in the corner? “You can’t be serious!”

  Zak lifted a brow. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

  That was the problem; he didn’t look like he was joking at all. In fact, he looked as serious as she had ever seen him. Well, there was no way she was going to do it, she told herself. Getting a discipline spanking was one thing, but standing in the corner was something entirely different.

  Daphne lifted her chin and glared at her husband defiantly. “Well, you can forget it. I’m not going to stand in the corner like I’m a child.”

  Zak clenched his jaw, but said nothing, and Daphne thought she’d won. Until he reached out and hauled her over his knee again. She was so surprised by the move that for a moment, she simply lay there submissively. Then, abruptly, she realized that he was going to spank her again. With a strangled noise, she tried to push herself upright, but it was too late. Zak had already anchored her in place with a hand on her back and flipped up her sundress.

  “Zak, no, please...” she began, only to let out a shriek when he brought the hairbrush down on her upturned ass.

  Still sore from the spanking she’d just gotten, Daphne’s bottom was unbelievably sensitive, and she squealed.

  “P-please...Owwwww!...please s-stop...Owwwww!...Zak, pleeeeeease,” she begged.

  He halted, the hairbrush poised just above her burning ass cheeks. “Are you going to stand in the corner like I told you to?”

  As much as she hated the idea of standing in the corner, she would have agreed to anything to get him to stop spanking her. “Y-yes,” she whispered.

  The minute she was on her feet, Daphne went straight to the corner and faced the wall, half afraid that if she took her time getting there, Zak would think she was being rebellious and decide to put her over his knee again.

  “No rubbing, Daphne,” Zak said from behind her when she reached back to cup her sore cheeks. “And hold your dress up. I want that freshly-spanked bottom of yours to be on display.”

  Daphne didn’t obey immediately, but stood there chewing on her lower lip. She didn’t know why she was hesitating, really. Her husband saw her naked all the time. So, why was this time any different? She didn’t know and right then her bottom was throbbing too much to even think
about it.

  Her face as red as she was sure her ass must be, Daphne slowly lifted her skirt until it was bunched around her waist. Her bottom stung so much that it was actually throbbing and it was all she could do not to reach back with her hands and rub the tender flesh. Thinking that maybe moving around would help, she shifted from foot to foot. Zak had told her not to rub; he hadn’t said anything about standing still.

  Extremely aware of her husband sitting on the chair watching her, Daphne stared at the wall, her gaze fixed on the blue paint. She couldn’t believe Zak was making her stand in the corner like this. Having to stand there with her dress up around her waist and her bare, red-hot ass cheeks on display was beyond embarrassing. But then again, she supposed that was the point.

  Almost of their own accord, her thoughts went to the spanking stories she had read on the internet, particularly the ones about discipline. In nearly all of them, the women had been given corner time after getting spanked. When she’d read them, Daphne had been a little excited by the idea, but now that she was the one actually standing in the corner, she didn’t think it was exciting at all. And now that the sudden surge of anger she’d felt at being sent to the corner had dissipated, all she could seem to think about was the reason she was there in the first place.

  It was her own fault, really. If she hadn’t told her husband that she thought their new neighbors were hiding something, then he wouldn’t have had to spank her again. Even if she were right about John and Claire, it was none of her business. And suggesting a background check had been way over the top, she knew that.

  After tonight, she really would try not to be so nosy, she told herself. And not only to avoid another spanking like the one she’d just gotten and the corner time that was bound to come with it. But also because she didn’t want to disappoint Zak anymore. She felt awful about all the problems her snooping had caused in the past and she really wanted to change her ways. Zak was only trying to help her.

  Desperately wanting to ask Zak how long he intended to keep her there, Daphne resisted the urge and forced herself to focus her attention on the wall. There was no way she was going to give Zak another reason to spank her again.

  * * * *

  From where he was sitting in the straight-backed chair, Zak watched his wife’s bright red ass twitch as she tried her best not to squirm around. He supposed he should tell her to stand still, but the truth was that he rather enjoyed the show she was putting on. He wasn’t sure if he should, considering he’d just finished disciplining her, but then decided that since his wife was half naked, it was a normal response.

  He wasn’t exactly sure what had prompted him to put her in the corner. After Daphne had agreed to this discipline thing, he had done some research on the internet. Getting over his initial surprise at discovering just how many couples actually practiced it, he had learned quite a lot. One of the things he’d found out was that using corner time in conjunction with a discipline spanking could be very effective.

  Ideally, it was supposed to give the woman time to think about what she had done to deserve the spanking she’d just gotten, so that she wouldn’t do it again. However, given the fuss Daphne had put up about standing in the corner, he was more inclined to think she was probably staring at the wall seething instead. Another trip over his knee would take care of that, he supposed, but he’d already spanked her pretty hard. Having taken her beyond her comfort level with that spanking he’d given her, he was afraid that another one right now might be too much for her. Besides, he liked to think he’d gotten the message across this time.

  Glancing at his watch, Zak saw that Daphne had been standing in the corner for almost ten minutes. Deciding to make it an even fifteen, he waited the required amount of time, then got to his feet. Walking across the room, he went up behind her, placed his outstretched hand on the wall beside her, then bent his head close to hers.

  “You earned that spanking, you know that, don’t you?” he said softly.

  Daphne jumped, clearly startled by the sound of his voice. Her gaze still fixed on the wall, she nodded her head mutely in answer to his question.

  “And you aren’t going to snoop in the neighbors’ business again, are you?”

  Silently, she shook her head.

  Behind her, Zak was quiet for a moment. “Then we won’t have a repeat of what happened here tonight, will we?”

  She shook her head again. “No.” She turned just enough for him to see the apology in her pretty, green eyes. “I-I’m sorry.”

  The softly spoken words were Zak’s undoing. With a groan, he gently turned her to face him. Tilting her chin up, he bent his head and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.

  * * * *

  With a sound that was half moan, half sob, Daphne pressed herself tightly against her husband and fiercely returned his kiss, wanting to communicate everything she was feeling. That even though her bottom was still throbbing from the spanking he’d given her, and that she had absolutely hated being made to stand in the corner, she still loved him like crazy and knew he’d only disciplined her because he loved her so much. She hoped her kiss let him know that because she couldn’t find the words to say it.

  Still kissing her, Zak reached up to slide his hand into her hair, his fingers gently tugging on the long strands as he tipped her head back to trail hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. His other hand went to the thin straps at her shoulder and Daphne shivered as he slowly pushed them down. A moment later, she was naked before him, the dress a pool of color at her feet.

  Zak’s gaze was hungry as he took in her rounded breasts, slim waist and curvy hips. Despite the familiarity between them, Daphne felt herself blush as his eyes roved over her naked body. His gaze still fixed on her, Zak impatiently undid the buttons of his shirt, and she watched eagerly as he shrugged it off to reveal a well-muscled chest and six-pack abs. His khaki pants soon joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor leaving him as naked as she was, and she caught her breath at the sight of his hard erection. No matter how many times she gazed at his cock, it still had the power to completely mesmerize her.

  Pulling him back down for a kiss, Daphne pressed her naked body up against his. She let out a little sigh as she felt his arms go around her, only to gasp when he reached back to cup her tender ass cheeks a moment later. Gliding one hand over her hip and up her midriff, he cupped her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple.

  Throwing her head back, Daphne arched against him with a moan, silently begging him for more. As if he’d somehow read her mind, Zak bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak until she thought she would go mad, before moving to the other breast and doing the same to that nipple. Then, just when she was sure she couldn’t take any more, her husband slid his hand between her legs and began to fondle her pussy.

  Thinking he would play with her clit a while to get her wet, Daphne was surprised when he moved along the folds to slide his finger deep into her pussy. She was even more stunned when she realized that her pussy was already dripping. Could she have actually gotten excited from the discipline spanking he’d given her? Sex had been the furthest thing from her mind while she’d been over his knee, not to mention standing in the corner. But apparently, it had been the only thing her pussy had been thinking about. Which seemed impossible since there had been nothing erotic about the spanking he’d just administered. Obviously, her pussy thought differently.

  Sliding his finger out of her pussy, Zak lifted his head to gaze deeply into her eyes. Daphne returned his look, letting him know exactly how much she wanted him, but instead of picking her up and carrying her over to the bed like she thought he would, he pressed her back against the wall. Her pussy spasmed. They were going to make love right there against the wall. How hot was that?

  Excitement ran through her as she felt his throbbing cock against the opening of her pussy and she lifted her leg to give him easier access. She needn’t have worried. Zak was already cupping botto
m and lifting her onto his hard length.

  Holding onto his shoulders, Daphne automatically wrapped her legs around him, gasping as he filled her. The sensation of his hard cock inside her, combined with his hands on her burning ass cheeks, was almost enough to make her come right there on the spot.

  Tightening his grip on her ass, Zak began to slowly thrust with his hips. The movement sent his cock deeper into her pussy each time he pressed her back against the wall and Daphne let out soft, little moans of pleasure. It felt incredible.

  Bending her head, she kissed him on the mouth, her tongue playful and teasing as it glided along his, and she smiled a little when she heard him groan. His hard cock still deep inside her, Zak spun around and gently lowered her to the floor.

  Daphne whimpered a little as her freshly spanked bottom pressed against the carpet, but the sound was lost as Zak swooped down to capture her lips in another searing kiss. His tongue taking possession of hers, he slowly began to pump into her again.

  She wrapped her legs around him more tightly, trying to urge him to go faster, but he refused to obey. Instead, he captured her wrists above her head and continued his slow, steady thrusting as he gazed deeply into her eyes.

  Each time he slid in, he would hesitate a moment, then plunge his cock deep inside her and grinding her tender ass cheeks into the carpet. She moaned as she realized she was already on the verge of orgasm. From the little, half-smile that tugged at his lips, Zak must have known it, too.

  He repeated the move over and over until she was panting from how good it felt. He couldn’t keep up the his slow teasing for long, though, and soon, he thrust faster and faster, harder and harder.