by Kimber Davis
"If you'd like to taste the belt after the board that could be arranged."
"No, I didn't mean...it's just that..."
"Shush, let's get it done, shall we?" And he delivered the other seven, one right after the other. The board landed steady with each swat, making her behind ache as nothing ever had before. She hated each moment of it but refused to cry out anymore. She kept her mouth closed, and her eyes trained on the far wall.
The sound of the swats echoed in the room, each one seeming to remind her that things had been fine, until she'd decided to provoke him. When the last swat landed she breathed a sigh of relief and put her hands on the desk to steady herself.
He helped her to stand, then turned her and pulled her into his arms, giving her a deep, searing kiss that made her toes tingle.
"I hope we don't have to do that again," she whispered against his neck. "In fact, please promise me I won't ever have to taste the board again."
"I won't make any promises to you that I can't keep." He stroked her cheek and she pressed into his hand, differing feelings warring inside her. She was happy he wouldn't lie to her, but sorry that there was the chance she might have to get a board spanking again.
She nodded, then looked up at him. "Let's go home."
"Good. We'll check on your da, and then go to the cottage where we can make sweet, long love to each other."
"That works perfectly me for me." It would help her forget the ache in her bottom, she hoped. With any luck it would be long gone from her mind by the end of the evening. The lasting physical effects, she knew, would take a while longer.
* * *
"So, why is it that when I thought of the idea of letting Martin know he was being used it was a bad idea, but when James's private investigator came up with the idea it was golden?"
Ivy ran the rag over the bar and looked out to where James sat with Martin. James had a tape recorder in his hand. Ivy and Stuart had listened to the tape earlier in the day. It was a conversation the PI had wrangled out of Tyler, wherein Tyler had bragged about how he was going to get his hands on The Ivy, something he had always wanted, and deserved as far as he was concerned.
"It was a good idea, luv," Stuart said. "I just didn't want you rushing off to confront either of the two parties involved."
"Right. I came up with this idea a week ago, you know." She wrinkled her nose at him and then turned to fill a drink order. She'd been watching James and Martin ever since they'd come into the building. Martin had been skeptical, at first, but when they'd played part of the message for him, he'd hoped right on over. Stuart had given him a free drink and now, from the way things looked, Martin was seething about the way Tyler was setting him up.
"I remember a week ago," Stuart said, leaning in. "I do believe the paddle remembers, too."
She frowned at him again, then straightened when Martin stood and walked to the bar.
"I'm sorry," he said without preamble. "I just told James the suit is dropped. I'm calling my lawyer the minute I get home."
"Why wait?" Stuart pressed a cell phone into his hand. "Call him now and get it over with."
For a moment, Ivy thought he would decline the offer. Then he quickly dialed the phone and spoke the words she'd longed to hear for more than a month now. The suit was over. She hadn't been this happy in...well, that wasn't really true, she knew. She'd been very happy lately.
Her father's health was actually improving, and he spent more time downstairs with them since his hospital stay than he ever had before. Yesterday, she'd asked the doctor what had done it he'd told her that a person's will to live could be improved when he had something to look forward to.
When she'd questioned what that was, Stuart had smiled and said, "How about grandchildren?"
The words had made her insides tingle, and at first she'd been too shocked to answer. But then she'd nodded and said, "If I find a husband, that might work."
Stuart had laughed and pulled her into a hug. "I think you've already found one." When they'd told her father he'd been ecstatic, and his color had seemed to improve by the minute. This morning he'd been up before she'd left the house, and Beth had been thrilled at his blood pressure and pulse.
"I'm sorry," Martin said. "For what happened that night. I was a jerk."
"Yes, you were," Ivy replied. "But I'm sorry I doused you with beer. That wasn't right."
She stuck out her hand. "Friends?"
"Friends." He shook it then looked at Stuart. "You're a lucky man."
When he'd left, Ivy turned to him. "Do you think he's right?"
"Yes, I do. I love you." He pulled her into his chest, kissing here deeply. There was a rousing cheer from the bar patrons and Ivy flushed as he held her close. Just a few short months ago she would never have thought she would find a father and a future husband all with one trip to Scotland.
"I love you, too." She was a new Ivy, and she couldn't be more thrilled with life.
The End
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