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He
was whispering to me that he loved me and that he would take better
care of me than I did, even if it hurt my pride.

I
was so sleepy that I yawned. I was afraid that that would open a new
can of worms but he lovingly picked me up and carried me to his bed.
He tucked me in and kissed me.

“
You
just don't understand. I have to meet my deadline,” I whispered as
I closed my eyes.

He
yanked me up again and carried me right back to the sofa. In seconds
I was over his knees. My hand shot back and covered my bottom as best
it could.

I
heard an odd clinking noise and then swishing I couldn't place. He
was moving around a lot. My dress was being lifted in haste and my
underwear came down so fast even though I was trying to hold it
place. His foot was on the lower ledge of the coffee table. I knew
what that meant.

“
No,
please no.” I squealed in pain. My hand tried to cover my lower
bottom but he grabbed it out of the way before the next blow landed.
He was hitting me with something that definitely wasn't his hand. I
yelped in pain. Whatever it was it hit so hard that it pushed me
forward when it hit and when he removed it my bottom slid back into
place to receive the next blow.

I
was repeating eight hours over and over again, as I sobbed.

He
stopped and rubbed with his hand again. “Are you saying that to
make me stop?”

I
was shaking so badly that my teeth were chattering. “Need eight
hours of slept at nighttime. I can work during the day like everyone
else. Just like everyone else. I'll be good from now on, forever.”
I spoke in between gasps of air. He pulled me close again and this
time I didn't cling to him. I guessed I was in shock. The difference
in pain was so great that the other spanking had been a walk in the
park.

“
Katherine,
do you promise to be good now?” He turned my face so I was looking
at him.

I
nodded wide-eyed and I meant it. Ryan swooped me into his arms like I
was a sack of feathers. He laid me on my side in his bed and covered
me up as I shook in fear of him. He laid down on top of the covers
and held my hand.

“
Promise
me, that I never have to do that again.”

“
Promise.”
That word came out so shaky that I was afraid that he would be mad.
So I repeated it better. “I promise.” Nothing was worth making
him mad.

I
slept most of the day. Ryan laid down in bed with me.

I
started right in sobbing when I woke up and saw him again. My bottom
felt like he had busted it open. I was ashamed to face him. I covered
my face and cried. He moved in close and laid an arm around me,
telling me that he loved me, and that he wanted the very best for me.
He repeated that I deserved the very best care. I had a feeling that
he was trying to tame me. Like I was a wild animal. He kept kissing
my forehead.

I
felt so ashamed of myself. I whispered how sorry I was. He held me
until I was all cried out. I ended up snuggling up against him. He
told me again and again that he loved me. I was so confused.

“
Are
you hungry? I think you should eat something.”

I
still had my hand over my face but I nodded. I knew that that is what
he wanted to hear. I certainly didn't want him to get mad at me.

“
I'll
reheat some stuff from yesterday. Is that okay with you?”

I
nodded again.

He
jumped out of bed and walked into the kitchen. I slowly and painfully
got up. I was glad that he wasn't here watching me. I was in so much
pain. I cried and shook as I washed up in the bathroom again. When I
was finished I went out to him. He was working in the kitchen. I
stood in the door with my head hung.

He
stepped forward to me and took me by my hand and led me to my spot.
He had already upholstered it with a couple of pillows. Tears ran
down my face as I looked at the chair. I had looked at my backside in
the mirror in the bathroom. It was an angry red color with lines all
over it. It looked hideous and felt worse than it looked.

“
It's
part of the punishment. A reminder every time you have to sit down.”
He guided me to my spot.

I
wanted to jump up the second my bottom hit but he had a hand on my
shoulder. I was still shaking and sobbing.

“
I
hope you learned your lesson so I never have to do that again.” He
had been talking to himself but I nodded anyway.

He
set my plate in front of me. It was filled with the foods I had liked
yesterday. He was very considerate about things like that.

He
joined me and we ate in silence for a while. I took little tiny bites
and kept my head down.

“
When
do you have to go back to the hospital?” he asked.

“
On
December 4
^th
.” My voice came out very soft and quiet. I
sounded, somehow, more feminine than I usually do.

He
sat back and nodded to himself.

“
Did
you take off of work to take care of me?”

“
I'm
in between jobs at the moment, you can say. I help at a restaurant if
they're short handed, but at the moment I too am concentrating on a
project. You can work for a couple of hours after we have eaten but I
want you in bed early this evening. Can I count on you not to give me
any grief about that?”

I
hung my head and nodded again. “I could go home. Then you would
have me completely out of your hair,” I suggested.

“
No,
that's not what I meant. I want you to stay with me. I just want you
to get a sleeping rhythm going, a healthy one. I figured you would
stay with me until the doctor gives you the okay to drive again.”

“
But
I have to water my plants.”

His
eyebrow raised like I was playing a game with him.

“
Do
you think I could use your phone again, so I could call my neighbor
and ask if she could do it.”

“
Of
course.” He went and got the phone right away.

Was
I free to leave or not? He was scaring me beyond words. I was working
myself into a state. “I don't know her number by heart. Do you have
a telephone book?”

He
was back in a flash. I paged through it until I found her. I dialed
and waited. She wasn't home. I shrugged my shoulders at him. He
looked so unsure.

“
Perhaps
you could take me home and I could water them?”

“
Katherine,
do you think I am keeping you here against your will?” The corners
of his mouth curled up on the sides.

“
I'm
not sure. All I know is that my hand is feeling a lot better and the
holiday is over. This is the time guests usually go home.”

He
laughed. “So what do you want to do. Isn't today the biggest
shopping day of the year. We could go to the mall and buy stuff. Lots
of witnesses. Probably lots of security guys. You could tell them
that I keep you locked up here. No wait, the problems is the doors
aren't locked. Just at night, but that is to keep the bad guys out,
and not you in.”

I
rolled my eyes. He was having too much fun with this.

The
phone rang and I jumped. That had him smiling all the more. He
answered it and smiled. “Yes, my friend just called you, she is
right here, one moment please.” He held the phone out to me.

“
Hello?”

It
was Heather my neighbor. She was a nice person with lots of energy.
She had two children from two different men and she was still looking
for Mr. Right as she put it. I explained my problem to her and she
agreed to look at my mail as well as the plants. She had already
started worrying about me because my mail had been piling up. She
wished me luck with the guy.

I
handed him the phone back.

“
I
think you need a safety net.” He was calling someone. “Heather,
this is Ryan again. Sorry to bother you again but we thought it best
if you have my address just in case. Do you have a pen nearby?” He
gave her his real address and thanked her. She was probably thinking,
that if I didn't want him, that she would take him. That's just how
Heather was. A heart of gold but her will just wasn't iron when it
came to men.

It
was my turn to smirk now. Okay, so I wasn't kidnapped. My agent would
have probably paid a lot to get me back. Nice to know someone cared,
I mused.

After
he cleared off the table he brought me my laptop. He plugged in the
power cord and I went to work. Every time he got too close I closed
my laptop and looked to see what he wanted. He asked a couple of
questions about my work, he was still afraid it wasn't legal. He
looked tore between checking and respecting my rights.

“
Are
you online talking to someone?” He was sitting across from me
drinking coffee. I missed the smell more than the taste. It had been
fairly easy to give it up but I didn't want him to know that.

“
No.”

“
Writing
contracts or something?”

“
No.”

“
Translating
something?”

I
stopped typing and look up at him. “You got that idea from the book
you're reading.” I smiled at him. The truth was my laptop was
filled with translations.

“
Just
curious.” He shrugged his shoulders.

This
was why I preferred and did my best work at night. No one was bugging
me. The phone never rang and the world was so silent, that I could
just be in the pretend world that I was writing about. I didn't lose
my train of thought that way. I was in the moment.

Otherwise,
I had to reread what I had written to remember what the people were
doing, like standing and sitting, where their hands were, time of day
and things like that. “I'm sorry but I need silence to work. That's
why I liked to work at night. Guaranteed no interruptions.” Was I
crazy why had I said that aloud? He looked mad. I felt a tear roll
down my face. “Are you going to spank me again?”

“
No,
of course not. It was my idea that you work now. I’ll see to it
that you get the peace and quiet you need.” He shoved his chair
back with his feet and was about to get up when I stopped him.

“
If
you want to talk, I can take a break. That's not a problem.” I
closed my laptop and moved it a little to the side.

“
There
is actually something I wanted to discuss with you.” He looked so
unsure of himself. He rarely did. I could see him going through
different phrases in his head trying to figure out which one was
best.

“
I
get it. You don't have to say it aloud. I can be ready to leave in
five minutes. I'll reimburse you for the costs of my new clothes, the
food I ate, water, electricity and the phone costs.” I was nodding
as I listed off the costs that he had had because of me. I felt a
little red in the face. I wondered if he could see that.

“
Didn't
we just talk about that two hours ago? Katherine, I don't want you to
leave ever. I want you to stay with me.” He had been looking at the
table as he talked but then he looked deep in my eyes.

“
I
don't understand. You want me to stay with you but you don't want to
be seen in public with me?”

“
Stop.”
His hand came up as he spoke. “We have been seen in public before,
and I even offered to take you shopping today. How could you make
that assumption?” He sounded so strict that I was scared of him
again.

“
You
didn't want to go to the movie with me.” I sounded meek, tiny, and
truth be told, hurt.

“
Oh,
I didn't mean it that way. I will just probably be gone then if my
project works out well for me. I wouldn't be home then. It had
nothing to do with you.” His blue eyes told me that he was telling
the truth but still the seed of doubt had been planted.

He
was really good looking, a one of a kind. People were always
mistaking me for someone else they knew. I heard 'you look just like
so and so' my entire life. Which pretty much translated to the fact
that I was interchangeable and nothing special. I nodded at him
pretending that I understood.

“
What
I want to talk to you about now is something different from what we
normally talk about. I want to talk about us.”

I
was confused, all we ever talked about was us, well mostly me.

He
sighed very heavily. This was hard for him to say. “I want us to be
– a real couple.” His eyes flashed at mine for a second and then
turned away again. He had never had problems looking me in the eye
before. “I feel so strongly about you.”

I
sat in silence, shocked. I slowly found my tongue. “But you said we
couldn't have that kind of relationship?”

“
I
lied. I wanted you as my girlfriend from the second I opened the door
and saw you standing there. I just said that so I wouldn't scare you
away.”

“
But
the others?”

“
I
already told you, there are no others.”

“
I
don't understand,” I admitted.

“
It
was like this. Back in college I had a girlfriend. She wouldn't sleep
with me unless I spanked her first. Being a young college kid I was
prepared to do a lot to sleep with a girl. She had been rude and
impossible to me a couple of times and I spanked her in a less than
playful way.