Page 18 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“As soon as we’re not surrounded by people. Sheriff will have my ass if I tell you anything here, where someone might hear.”

“Well I hope it was worth the welts I have on mine.” Mari shifted on her stool and grimaced.

“So worth it.” Izzy glanced around before leaning in conspiratorially. “By the way, that pointer in Jake’s office is evil.”

“Right! Ugh, I’ve been tempted to burn it.”

“I’ll help.”

“Evening, ladies. Need any refills?” Chad, Jake’s newest hire, grinned at them from across the bar.

Perking up instantly, Izzy grinned at the newcomer. “Yes! Caramel apple shot, please!”

Mari gasped. “Izzy! Jake said to wait an hour.”

With a wink in her direction, Chad flipped the bottle of sour apple schnapps in the air and caught it behind his back. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“At least somebody wants me to have fun,” Izzy teased, sticking her tongue out at her sister.

“Shit,” Mari muttered before downing the rest of her wine. “Might as well give me one too, while you’re at it.”

“Marisa Callahan. Taking shots in a bar? How white trash of you.”

“Shut up.”

“Bottoms up, ladies.” Chad placed two glasses on the bar, but they were distinctly larger than a normal shot glass. Whatever, if she was going to break the rules, she might as well make it worth the trouble.

After downing her extra-large shot, Izzy grabbed her sister by the arm and dragged her onto the dance floor. Mari wasn’t much of a dancer until you got a couple drinks in her. After that, all bets were off.

Chad brought them another round of shots while they were dancing, and soon after Izzy felt a familiar pressure in her abdomen. “I have to pee!” she yelled over the music.

Nodding, Mari led the way to the small women’s bathroom off the side of the bar. They each stumbled into a stall, giggling the entire way.

“Hey, Mari. Wanna see my ass?”

“Why would I want to see your ass?”

“To see the lines on it, duh!”

“Oh, yes!”

They stumbled back out of their stalls, and Izzy lifted the hem of her dress. Running her fingers over the raised welts, Mari let out a whistle. “Damn, girl. The sheriff did a number on you. And are those bruises?”

“Huh?” Twisting around, Izzy squinted to get a good look at her butt in the mirror. “Maybe. He really whaled on me last night.”

Mari snorted, but before she could respond, the door to the bathroom swung open and a pair of drunk college girls tumbled inside. Izzy yanked her dress down, more to hide the damage than out of any sense of propriety. She might have lost her modesty, but she knew for a fact Daddy Ethan would skin her alive if other people found out about the marks he’d left on her.

Still giggling, she and Mari managed to wash their hands and make their way back to the bar. Unfortunately for them, Jake spotted them and it didn’t take long for him to figure out they’d broken his two-drinks-per-hour rule.

“Uh-oh,” Mari mumbled.

“Uh-oh is right, little girl. You are in so much trouble.” Taking each of them by the arm, he guided them to a recently vacated booth. “Sit. Do not move until I come get you.”

“Somebody’s gettin’ a spankin’,” Izzy sing-songed when he’d disappeared into the back.

Scowling, Mari flopped back against the bench. “Your sexy sheriff isn’t gonna be happy with you, either.”

There was an interesting point. Would Ethan be mad? He’d never said anything about a drink limit. But Jake had always insisted that not drinking too much in public was a matter of safety.

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