Body Politics by Cara Bristol

Author:Cara Bristol [Bristol, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary Domestic Discipline
Amazon: B00AYIII66
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2013-01-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Stephanie emerged from the shower, donned a shirt of Mark’s, and padded to the kitchen. He had something in a large bowl and had assembled other ingredients: a red bell pepper, parsley, a lime, panko, a jar of light mayonnaise. A glass of cold Riesling awaited her on the sleek island, and she settled comfortably onto a tall barstool. After dating for two weeks, she spent more time at his place than at hers.

“Thank you.” She raised her glass and took a sip of the slightly sweet wine. “Perfect.”

She credited him for not smirking. Truth be told, she hated bourbon. She preferred sweeter drinks and had developed a preference for Bottom Burners, adding a couple more butt glasses to her collection. Two were at home, but the original was still in her desk because she kept forgetting it. She’d been to Bottom’s Up twice, once more with Mark and one time with Elizabeth and Cassidy Myles.

Emma, she mentally amended. She had to remember that the Sentinel columnist who’d exposed Rod and Cane was really Emma Dupree, a member of its Wives Auxiliary who was engaged to Dan Tanner, one of the Society’s board members. There had to be a story about how a woman who belonged to the organization had come to write such a scathing piece. And how Rod and Cane permitted her to do it. Surely there’d been repercussions.

During their drink at the bar, she’d been too focused on finding out more about domestic discipline to ask Emma about it. Both women had been surprisingly open. Liz had been a spanked wife since she started dating Otis in college. She’d never known another kind of marriage but a DD one. Emma was new to the lifestyle but looked forward to having Dan lead their household, as she termed it.

Wasn’t that tantamount to rolling back the calendar several decades? It was too soon to think about a long-term commitment, but if she and Mark were ever to marry, she knew without asking he would expect to “lead their household.” Already he decided many small matters. She’d deferred to him at first because the little stuff wasn’t worth fighting about, and then because she found she liked it. When he assumed responsibility, it relieved her pressure, made her life more pleasant.

Domestic discipline did benefit her in some respects. But the physical aspect? She wasn’t so sure.

Mark stood at the counter, his feet and torso bare, wearing only a pair of pants. She watched as he sliced, then diced the pepper with controlled, expert movements. The chef’s knife appeared small in his strong, sure hands.

Her stomach fluttered. Simple fact: she needed him to spank her again. Once wasn’t enough for her to judge. Should she ask to be paddled or wait until he felt her behavior had earned it?

“You seem pensive,” Mark said. “Everything at work okay?”

How tuned in he was to her emotions. Almost like he could read her mind sometimes. Spank me. Spank me. “Work is fine. The usual chaos.

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