Chapter Four
Talk about busted... All of my usual bravado just fled in the face of my suddenly assertive husband's legitimate condemnation. And for the first time in my life since girlhood bent over a parental lap believing that my poor squirming buttocks' acute emergency could go on indefinitely outside my control, I felt sheer panic. Any iota of assertiveness seemed to leave me as the blood of mortification flooded my face. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute, and my thoughts didn't go to losing half of my millions, or having my secret submissive fantasies bandied over the internet for all to enjoy. Instead, they went one place only, a place that stunned me since it was so diametrically opposite to my previous dominant stance in our marriage, taking my handsome hunky husband t
