Page 64 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"We're in Eagle’s Pass. Nothing exciting ever happens in Eagle’s Pass." The surprise of seeing Sean at her doorstep had nervous laughter accompanying her defensive response.

"This isn't a joke, Traci. And since when does having a robber or rapist at your door constitute excitement?"

Traci's reactions were sluggish, but she could feel the anger rolling off Sean as he stood on her front porch. She'd dreamed of this very scene since coming home from Chicago, although not once in her dreams were his grey eyes filled with anger. Her dream also hadn't pictured herself a disheveled mess like she was today. She shuffled her feet self-consciously as Sean examined every inch of her appearance before meeting her eyes again. There was only a brief second's warning of his intentions before he lunged across her threshold and grasped her upper arms in a firm grip, pulling her body tight against his chest.

She tried to defuse the situation. "Why are you here?"

"You don't even remember us talking last night, do you?"

Traci vaguely recollected a shameful conversation with Sean before getting sick to her stomach. She'd hoped it was just a nightmare. His tight grip on her arms proved otherwise. "Even if we talked, that doesn't explain why you're here."

"I'm here because I was worried about you. It's not every day a woman I care very much about calls me drunk and crying and then stumbles off to puke her guts out. I tried to call you over and over and could never get through. I was worried you were out somewhere, and might try to drive home. Then I pictured you passed out drunk, needing medical assistance, but not having anyone there to help you. I regretted not having Troy's phone number so he could come check on you."

Traci knew she'd dodged a major bullet. Troy would have wailed on her ass for drinking so much. Then the real implication of his words hit her. "Well, I'm sorry I cost you so much money having to come check on me yourself. As you can see, I'm alive and well so you can go now."

Sean's grip tightened. "Oh, Traci, you just try to get rid of me. I may have wanted to call Troy to check on you first, but nothing was going to stop me from getting on that plane. We have unfinished business."

Traci's unladylike snort shot another sharp pain into her throbbing head. "We could have finished our business over the phone, Sean. We both know it isn't going to work. We had a fun week together. I should have left on that Friday before..." She trailed off, unwilling to say what she really wanted to.

"Before I fucked things up on Saturday night. That's why I'm here, Traci. I've done my homework and I'm in a much better position to have that particular conversation again."

He was talking in code and she was too hung-over to understand. "I don't want to talk, Sean. My head hurts."

"That's fine by me. I don't really want to talk first either, although I plan on making a few other body parts of yours hurt very soon." His eyes took on a dark hue. She was normally good at picking up on people's body language, but she had to be wrong. She could swear Sean had the look she had seen dozens of times on Eagle’s Pass HoHs as they took their submissive partner in hand. Despite her brain knowing she must be mistaken, her body reacted to his dominance by dissolving against him in submission.

They were close enough for her to smell his understated cologne that she loved so much. He hadn't taken the time to shave and the five o'clock shadow on his strong chin was sexier than hell. His well-worn jeans and a fitted T-shirt that showcased his toned body perfectly reminded her just how much she had lost when she had left Chicago.

He was talking again, barking orders. "Now, I want you to go into the bathroom and take a hot shower and wipe away the stench of alcohol while I clean up the remnants of your bender out here. I want you to brush your teeth good a time or two and then I want you to put on a yoga outfit and meet me back out here within the next thirty minutes. We're going to sit down and talk, among other things."

"But, Sean...."

"No buts."

Traci panicked at the disappointment she saw in his eyes. "I don't want to talk about it, Sean."

"That's fine by me, Traci. You can just listen at first. Then I have a few other important things planned that don't require talking."

She assumed he was talking about sex. Why else would he fly all the way to Eagle’s Pass? "I'm not feeling very sexy."

"Oh, Traci, honey, feeling sexy is the last thing you should be worried about right now." He finally released her upper arms and spun her to face away from him. He scooted her off toward the back of the house with a firm slap to her ass to get her moving.

Traci's heart was in her throat as she finally realized he was talking about punishing her for making him worry. Despite the immediate dread the word punishment instilled in her, she couldn't deny the physical reaction of her body as she bowed to his dominance. She stalled, hoping to gather up the courage to follow his directions. His second slap to her other ass cheek finally got her moving. Her heart thumped hard enough that she could feel it constricting in her chest cavity.

She made her way to her en-suite bathroom and tried to calm her nerves while working through the dichotomy of emotions that raged through her. Sean was here. In Eagle’s Pass. He might be mad, but he had cared enough to get on a plane to see her. That had to mean something.

When she caught her reflection in the large mirror, her heart dropped. She looked like death warmed over. Shame washed over her that Sean had not only seen her at her worst, but she had obviously made a fool of herself on the phone the night before. She sat on the toilet, throbbing head in her hands, and tried valiantly to remember their conversation. What could she have said that made him want to get on a plane to come here and insinuate he was going to spank her?

The hot shower helped revive her. She popped a few aspirin and applied some light makeup in an attempt to look less washed out. Drying her hair had taken a lot of time and since she hadn't looked at the time when she'd come into the bathroom, she suspected her thirty minutes was already up. Sean confirmed it with a loud knock to the door.

"You've had plenty of time in there, Traci. Time to come out to the kitchen."

He was gone when she cracked the door open a few minutes later. She headed to her closet and donned the loose-fitting yoga outfit before quietly making her way down the hall towards the open kitchen/living room. The welcome smell of coffee greeted her. Sean turned from the sink and approached her with a steaming cup of caffeine in one hand and a large glass of water in the other.

"You need to take in a lot of fluids. If the contents of your trash can are any indication, you are most likely dehydrated."

Traci felt the heat as she blushed with embarrassment. "Just leave the mess. I'll clean it up later."

"Too late. It's taken care of." She wanted to crawl under the nearby table to hide from Sean's stern gaze. "Drink the water, please."

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