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Then why?
Wait, did this have anything to do with him calling himself daddy the other night? She’d figured that was just some sex thing. You know, something men said.
“And you didn’t answer me.”
Answer him? About what? Oh right. “Of course, I do. Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
“How do you think their pants go on fire?” he asked.
“Um, never really thought about it. Why?” This was a weird conversation. “Spontaneous combustion?”
He snorted. “I prefer to think of it meaning that if you lie your bottom will end up in flames from the spanking that will follow.”
Okay, seriously. Now she was really confused.
“Um, what does that have to do with anything?”
“You just lied to me. I want to know why. And I want the truth.”
“I wasn’t lying.”
“That’s two,” he said in a low voice.
“Two what?”
“Two lies.”
“Well, technically, I think that would be one as they’re interwoven,” she slammed her hand across her mouth. Thankfully the uninjured one. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that.
“So, you admit that is a lie. If you were mine, you’d be lying over that porch railing right now, your pants down at your feet getting your ass spanked.”
“I...I...you wouldn’t!” But she knew he would. It wasn’t the first time he’d brought spanking up. And since then, she’d been doing a bit of research. “Are you...are you into BDSM?”
“I am,” he replied. “What do you know about BDSM?”
“I watched all the Fifty Shades movies.”
“All right. Guess that’s a start. Although you know that’s a movie, not real life.”
“I know.” Although sometimes the two things became intertwined in her world. All she had was movies and T.V. shows. “You tie women up and whip them.”
“Shit. This is not the conversation I came here to have.”
“Sorry.” She blushed bright red. “I can’t believe I asked you that. That was very personal. Forget I said anything.”
“No... it’s not that I don’t want to tell you about all of that. But not now. I don’t want to scare you away.”
Scare her away? What did that mean?
“Abby? Abby, are you all right?” he asked, concern on his face.
“Of course.” She smiled brightly.
He sighed. “That’s three.”
She scowled at him. “You are not spanking me.”
“Not without your agreement, no. But when I have that, you’re in a lot of trouble, little one.”
