“Before you—we—commence flogging Ruby,” he said with grave intent, “I wish a moment of privacy.” Both Mrs. Cleanknockers and Miss Frothinglips acquiesced and departed. The soft thud of the tufted leather paneled door seemed portentous. I craned my head. “Do not strain, dear one.” Mr. Jones-Smyth knelt on a knee so that our eyes were level. “I would understand your confusion, Ruby, and we have much to discuss, but I crave you listen.” I widened my eyes and nodded. “We have only short acquaintance, yet I feel such comfort and respect for you. Ruby, will you marry me?”
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Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
Ruby, say yes!
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Are you wishing you were in Ruby’s position, Nora?
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Always…spoken like a truly naughty girl 🙂
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Well maybe… if you behaaaaaaved… and weren’t so nauuuuuughty, then your Daddy wouldn’t be so worn out trying to discipline you. The poor guy needs his sleep you know.
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LOL…you are so right…my poor Daddy, and his poor hand!
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*tsk-tsk* And they say that men are cruel for spanking their ladies. I say, it’s the other way around. The Dom deserves sympathy for having to put his own needs aside in order to take care of naughty behavior. Plus, going to bed with a sore hand? Not fun at all. 😉
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You make a very valid point, LS! I’m sure Daddy would agree 🙂
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Wow. Things move fast at peacock manor.
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Thanks missy, no sense drawing out the ordeal… besides, it seems like ages ago that they met. Love at first sight and all that, although, I think Mr. Jones-Smyth is more enamored of his business than Ruby at this point.
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I look forward to discovering more 😊
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Written up through Part 8 of Chapter 7 so far.
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