Chapter Nine
I woke early Monday morning with a hundred real world projects demanding my attention—a house to clean, food to buy, laundry and several half-finished creations demanding my attention. Showered and almost ready to dress, Will called me from the bathroom into the bedroom. He stood in his robe; I was in mine.
He held in his hand the bamboo cane he’d purchased at an S&M fetish boutique several months before. I cringed—an instantaneous reaction. The cane was not my favorite tool for punishment, and it was certainly not a sensuous plaything. I wondered what I’d done wrong as I gauged the severe look on my husband’s face.
“I’m going to start caning you every morning,” he announced.
While a strange thrilling shudder swept my body, I also recoiled at the thought. “You are?” I whis
