“Pay Angela, Paul, and thank her.”
Paul removed two twenties from his wallet and placed them under the garter Angela held off her thigh. “Thank you, Lady Angela, for permitting me to demonstrate my contrition.”
“What do we think?” Destiny asked. “Is he forgiven?”
Angela hummed as she thought. She was playing, but Paul suspected if she desired to she could tell Destiny no or not yet, and Destiny would mete out another of the terrible blows Paul now knew the paddle was capable of delivering. He begged with his eyes, looking up at her. Angela smiled and leaned forward. She patted Paul’s head. “Okay. I forgive you, Paul.”
“Thank you, Lady Angela, thank you.” Paul impulsively lavished her feet with more kisses, grateful she’d spared him the paddle stroke he’d expected.
“All right,” Desti
