Page 116 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Despite how much fun they’d had, he wasn’t sure she was quite ready to settle down and accept her new rules. He hoped he was wrong though. If she could keep her composure while he edged her through their meal, he’d get to reward both of them.

Instead of making her stand by the table while they waited for Jake to bring their food, he held her in his arms while she read one of the paperbacks he’d brought for her. It had been forever since either one of them had taken the time to simply unwind and relax, and he was almost as bad as Kendra.

He needed a weekend off too, and for more than setting a new dynamic with her. In fact, he was almost sorry when the knock he’d been expecting happened, then reminded himself the food was only part of reconnecting with her.

After helping her to her feet, he said, “Stand by the table while I get our food, please.”

“You’re not going to edge me again, are you?”

“That would spoil the surprise. Oh, and Kendra?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Don’t forget your shoes.”

Kendra

Yeah, Mark was going to edge her again. Once she was sure he couldn’t hear, she sighed and rubbed her sore ass. Her flesh was still hot and prickled with tingles, so she wasn’t exactly unhappy to have a chance to stand.

She supposed it could have been worse. He might have gotten out a cane. Shuddering, she remembered the one and only time he’d tried it. Then again, the crop with the long tail had a surprisingly sharp bite almost worse than a cane.

What she wouldn’t give for a do-over and one of Mark’s funishment spankings—well, maybe after the ache in her butt went away. She also hated that he’d used sex to punish her. Although he hadn’t physically hurt her and she normally loved anal, what he’d done was punitive and humiliating.

She wasn’t sure he enjoyed it any more than she had, but she’d given her consent and wouldn’t take it back. It was a lesson to them both, and she never wanted to see that look of disappointment on his face again.

“Note to self…enjoy the weekend and keep your big, stupid mouth shut.”

“What was that?” Mark pushed the cart containing their supper into the room and her mouth watered at the scents emanating from the covered plates. Again, there was only one wineglass, meaning he planned to feed her from a shared plate again.

“Nothing. Just talking to myself. What are we having?”

He smiled warmly and sat in the chair he’d occupied for lunch. “Set the table first and we’ll find out.”

“Yes, sir. Whatever it is smells delicious.” She moved the warm plates to the table and filled the single wineglass from one of their better bottles of Bordeaux. The dry red was one of her favorites and would be perfect with a beef course.

“It does.” He patted his lap, then added, “Come sit, so I can feed my hungry woman.”

She straddled his lap, facing away from him, then winced as she lowered herself to sit. At least the sweats he wore didn’t abrade her tenderized bottom, and the arnica he’d dabbed on her skin would help with any bruising.

“Comfortable?” He took the cloche from one of the plates, revealing thick slices of rare prime rib dripping with juices.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed.

“Seriously. Jake must have given us two pounds of the stuff.”

She leaned over the plate of beef and uncovered stuffed mushrooms and creamed spinach, along with a breadbasket full of warm flatbread redolent with garlic and oregano. “I don’t think we can eat all this.”

“I bet I can.”

His comment reminded her he’d barely touched his share of their lunch and she turned slightly to peer at him. “You should. You gave me almost everything from lunch, and I bet you’re starving.”

“Yeah.” He gazed at the food like he was about to dump her off his lap and devour everything in sight, then shook his head and smiled. “You first though.”

They ate in silence for several minutes, and to her surprise, Mark didn’t try to edge her at all. She hid a scowl, wondering if she ought to pop him on the ass a few times to remind him he needed to take care of himself too.

Eventually, they managed to finish almost everything, but couldn’t bring themselves to touch the massive serving of death-by-chocolate cake.

She groaned and rested her head on his shoulder. “Bring me a bucket.”

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