Chapter Fourteen
Graham’s cottage was quiet, as still as the wind that stirred the trees overhead. Why Graham had called Hallie to his home made her stomach turn sour the instant she heard his request. Not that he’d shared the nature of her visit, it was that sword at last dropping, she was sure. Arriving at the cottage she waited to knock on the door, and perhaps waited a second too long, for out of no where she began to hear some strange sounds: first the sound of slaps on flesh and then plaintive cries. Deanna’s she was sure. Putting together the obvious clues, she realized that her friend was being spanked. Peeking through the window her supposition was confirmed. There, before the fireplace, Graham sat in a high backed chair, the lithe body of her friend held tightly over his
