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Inside the shed, Holly smelled the familiar odors of dust and mold that she’d come to associate with the shed and with getting spanked. The indelible imprint of those rickety four walls would likely remain with her forever.
She was hopping mad this time. As much furious with herself as she was with Eva Dowling, the b***h—she couldn’t help but associate the name with that dreadfully perfect woman. But for all her anger she couldn’t help but wonder why she was sparring with the woman who was madly in love with Darrel. Even in her own eyes, her rash behavior had been stupid. The reason she decided to follow Trevor’s orders was because she knew she deserved the spanking. Maybe a good whipping would get the resentment out of her system.
Hearing the door creak, Holly looked to see her gua
