Page 87 of Passionate Defense

“I know what it is. The question is, how do you?”

“Um...research?”

“Mm, hm. More like a suggestion from Beth, I imagine.”

“You imagined right. She said if you’re gonna get walloped, you might as well do it right. These are two in a long list of favorites. The Loopy Johnny is quiet. Steven has used it on her in, well...not-so-private locations with no one being the wiser.”

“I’ll have to thank Beth for expanding our collection.” His eyes flicked up to hers as she made a choking sound. “Ah, you didn’t tell her you bought them.”

“She’s my friend, not my confessor, Ethan. I don’t tell her everything.”

“I’m sure you’ll compare notes, eventually. She’ll insist on it.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell her I ordered these for you. I love her like a sister, but she can be relentless.”

“I’ve always thought she would have made an excellent trial attorney. I’d hate to be on the stand under her cross examination.”

“Try being her friend and keeping something secret. It’s scary.” She patted his hand, which still held the Loopy Johnny. “There’s one more item in the box.”

Moving aside another layer of tissue paper, he pulled out the last item. “A hand-tooled flogger. Very nice, Lanie.”

“I picked that one out all by myself after poring over websites for days. It’s called the suleika, which means seducer. If the five-star reviews can be believed, it’s a sensual flogger, recommended across the board by floggees.”

“I bet that was a real eye-opener.”

She blushed prettily. “It was certainly educational. Some items looked straight out of the Spanish Inquisition, but there were toys and other items that might bear a second look.”

“Now I’m intrigued. We’ll have to do a little shopping together.” Ethan eyed the braided leather handle and let the tails glide over his fingers. “The workmanship on this is superb.”

“I didn’t want to skimp since it’s my butt on the line.”

“And other parts,” he agreed suggestively. “These short-tail floggers are made for targeting other intimate areas.”

“Is that so?” she remarked but couldn’t keep up the pretense she didn’t know and looked away.

He grinned. It seemed, the more they got into role-play, the edgier they were becoming, especially with impact implements. He was glad it wasn’t one-sided, and she was taking the initiative to explore and build on what they had.

An image of warming up Lanie’s bottom with the new royal-blue flogger until it glowed a pretty pink, or of tying her to one of their bedposts and flogging her breasts or with her flat on her back, legs spread, while he lashed her pussy until she came... Damn. He could see why it was called the seducer.

After placing it alongside the others on his desk, he stood up and placed a kiss on her slightly parted lips. Unable to resist the temptation, he dipped inside for another taste. “Thank you for all the gifts,” he murmured against her lips. “I look forward to testing each one on your sexy behind. In fact, right now seems the perfect time.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, Professor.”

He shook his head and grinned over her eagerness. She really had turned into a spanking devotee. Lucky man that he was, he got to enjoy the rewards of her fascination.

With his hand on her lower back, he guided her to the opposite side of his desk. Ethan moved his lamp and phone out of the way and bent her forward so that her upper body lay across the blotter, which aside from his birthday gifts was all that remained. His sated body roused to readiness again when he flipped up the back of her skirt, revealing a pristine canvas for one of his new implements.

“I can’t help but wonder, young lady. Is this seduction an attempt to secure a higher grade in my class?”

She glanced back at him, the mischievous twinkle in her eye, letting him know she had figured out her part in their game.

“My father will kill me if I fail another class, sir.” Her plump lower lip turned down in a pout. “Isn’t theresomethingI can do for extra credit?”

That mouth of hers got him every time. Already swollen from his earlier birthday gift, her pink tongue gliding across her lips, wetting them until they glistened had him ready to move things along to the final act. But he’d already had his pleasure. It was time to focus on hers.

He walked to the end of the desk and pretended to peruse the implements at his disposal. “I think your daddy should have taken you in hand some time ago. You, my dear, desperately need a spanking.”

She gasped in outrage. “I’m twenty years old, not a child to be punished.”

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