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Seven
Mandy was walking downstairs to get some cucumber slices for her puffy eyes when she heard the knock on the door. She had been crying ever since she ran from John. Along with her tears, she had tried to strengthen her resolve that her leaving was for the best, and she and the marshal were ill-suited to one another. It had not escaped her notice, she was failing miserably.
She was trying to be logical and assure herself she was doing the right thing for both of them, but everything inside her screamed it was the wrong choice, and her life would never be all it could be without him at her side.
Although she was still dressed in only his shirt, it covered everything. She intended just to get rid of whoever it was unless it was one of the boys coming to get the marshal’s keys to return his truck to him. She’d worry about getting her car out of the impound lot on Monday.
She wiped her eyes, so no trace of her tears remained, and cracked open the door. All of her resolve and rationalization flew out the window when she saw John’s handsome face.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered.
“Three. Now, open the damn door, Mandy.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she stammered.
“The bad idea was the tantrum you threw earlier, and we’ll get to that in a minute.”
John gently pushed on the door, and Mandy backed away, allowing it to open, so John could walk in. She watched as he closed and locked it.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself? Anything you think might help me understand why you behaved the way you did, and I might want to consider before deciding just how hard I’m going to spank you?”
“You… you can’t spank me.”
“I can, I have, and I will continue to do so every single time you deserve it. Trust me, refusing to talk to me and running away dressed only in my shirt constitutes deserving it.”
“This isn’t right, John. Nobody spanks their girlfriend these days.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong, sweetheart. There’s a growing number of couples who have opted to live this way. Girlfriends, significant others, fiancés, and wives get their pretty bottoms spanked when they misbehave by the men who love and care for them enough to hold them accountable for their actions. And in case you missed it, you have joined their ranks.”
“I’m none of those things,” she said, straightening her back.
“At the moment, I’d classify you as my significant other. In the next, you’ll be my fiancé and within short order, my wife.”
The words sank in, and she blinked at him once, then twice.
“Is that your idea of a proposal?”
“No. I’d originally thought to take you out for a romantic dinner, bring you home, and after another incredible night, I planned to bring you breakfast in bed and propose to you there. But given your rather bad reaction to me stating the obvious, I figured I’d skip that part and just get right to the point where youforget how you feel about me, lose your temper, get difficult, get your pretty bottom spanked, then decide to behave and say yes.”
Mandy started to retort angrily but bit it back before taking a deep breath.
“We both know the sex between us is great, and I wouldn’t mind getting some of that on a regular basis, but we really aren’t at all suited to each other. You expect a wife who will do as she’s told, and that just isn’t me. I can’t see us being anything more than fuck buddies.”
“You can’t?” he said, not appearing to be nearly as upset as she thought he might be.
“No, I can’t. I’ll go put something else on and get you your keys. Then I think it’s best you leave and we not see each other for a while. In a week or two, we can get together and talk about how we want to proceed.”
“Is that what you expect?”
“Yes, John. I think it’s for the best.”
“Well, you think wrong. Let me explain to you what’s going to happen. You’re going to apologize to me for your behavior since I told you I loved you. You’re then going to put this ring in my pocket on your finger and agree to be my wife. Then you’re going to hand me my shirt and go upstairs to stand in the corner until I come up to spank you. Then we’ll decide how and when we’re getting married and make plans for you to move into our home.”
“You’re delusional,” she said, rapidly losing control of her temper.
“No, I’m giving you your best option out of this muck up you’re trying to make of things. Trust me, you won’t like the alternative in the least. Actually, you’ll end up enjoying some of it, but it’s going to piss you off royally that you do.”
She was certain he was alluding to how aroused she got when he spanked her.
