Chapter Eight
He began with his hand, which shocked her, with his wide palm coming down on her bare bottom with emphatic steady smacks until she was burning hot all over. She didn't bother to cry out, though she grunted and groaned because it did sting like the dickens. That he started with his hand made her believe that this wasn't just an angry, "I'm pissed as hell with you" punishment. Lovingly rendered, this was an admonishment with affection behind it she'd never allowed herself to really feel. Once or twice when they finished making love, Jack would be very tender with her, but she thought that was just his being kind, which was one of his natural states. Perhaps there was more to it than simple kindness, which he'd extend to anyone.
And yet, once Jack changed to the wooden paddle,
