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I’m going to be away on holiday so I won’t be around for the next couple of weeks, but I’ll be back in November. Anyway, back to business. The theme for this week is My Sexy Love and I’m sharing from In the Eyes of the Law, my story in the Over The Knee anthology. If you like your erotic romance with plenty of spanking this is the collection for you. Enjoy.
“Libby? Tomorrow?” Josh’s voice interrupts my brief excursion into the past. “I’ll come over to yours. I’ll bring some food and your car. You’ll need to leave me your keys, and the registration number, by the way. And your car park ticket. Then we eat, we fuck like bunnies and we talk. In any order you like. Deal?”
Something odd and a bit nice is happening in the lowest part of my tummy. He smiles at me, that sexy, lopsided grin I used to adore. I smile back as it sinks in that the one, massive bone of contention between us is no longer there. He’s done what I wanted. He left the army. Shoppers in Manchester might be a feral bunch on Black Friday or at the Boxing Day sales, but they don’t leave improvised explosive devices ready to blow unsuspecting security personnel to smithereens, and there are no snipers lying in wait behind the waste paper bins. He’s safe now, and he’s here. Maybe there is more to be said.
I nod. “Yes, deal. But you don’t need to bring any food. I’ll cook. I’ll do roast beef.”
“Now there’s a fine offer. Do you want to put your stuff back on?”
I stare at him, my mind a blank. “Stuff? What stuff?”
“Your knickers, Libby. And your tights. Or are you still too sore?”
I flex and try an experimental wriggle. I feel the burn, searing and sharp, and I know that underwear will do nothing for my comfort, not today and not for a while longer yet. “Maybe I’ll just shove them in my bag…”
Here’s the blurb:
A momentary lapse of concentration places Libby Novak on the wrong side of the law. A criminal conviction could cause her to lose her job. How much worse could this get?
Libby soon knows the answer to that question when the head of security at the mall shows up. She hasn’t seen her estranged husband for years, and now she discovers Josh has a strict policy on how best to deal with shoplifters. He was her husband and her Dom. Will he turn her over to the police, or would a hard, bare-bottom spanking be sufficient redress for her misdemeanor? After all, that’s how he always dealt with her in the past.
Josh has never forgiven Libby’s betrayal. She let him down. She deserves to be punished. But does he still have that right?
Libby meant to divorce him. She was granted the decree nisi but never quite got round to making it final. They both know she’s still his wife—in the eyes of the law—but is she still his submissive? His to spank?