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    He looked forward to the upcoming Rod and Cane retreat, to finding out if other couples in domestic discipline relationships experienced similar levels of intimacy. The seminars on trust and domestic discipline and enhancing sexual pleasure through DD intrigued him. He twisted his mouth with wry humor. Hell, he and Gina could probably lead the latter discussion!
    Ever since they’d initiated domestic discipline, they’d made love more times in more ways. In baring her bottom to his hand, Gina had entrusted him with her body and her heart. Intimacy had fostered experimentation and adventure, revealing, then heightening, her submission needs and his dominant nature. They fulfilled each other. Together they were growing. And they weren’t done yet.
    His cock twitched, and he adjusted himself.
    He’d settled into his chair with a book when his smartphone signaled a text. He checked the message and frowned when he spied a usage alert from his bank. The credit card assigned to Gina had been used. He thumbed over to his banking site to view the activity.
    What the hell? He blinked. Five hundred twenty-six dollars. Three hundred fourteen dollars. Seven hundred ninety-two dollars? He averaged the totals in his head—more than fifteen hundred dollars in charges had been racked up on their credit card.
    For the briefest moment, he assumed Gina was up to her old tricks. Then he felt ashamed for suspecting her. She’d more than proven her trustworthiness.
    Their card had been stolen. Thieves didn’t need the actual plastic to use it, only the number. But when he called security, the bank would ask if their cards were still in their possession. He checked his wallet and found his in the slot. He called Gina and got her voice mail.
    “Hi, babe,” he said. “We have a problem with the credit card. Someone might have stolen our number. Would you please check if you still have your card and call me right away so I can notify the bank?”
    Moments later a text buzzed through.
    Not stolen. I’ve been using it.
    He stared at the two truncated sentences in disbelief until reason assumed control over emotion.
    In the old days not so long ago, he would have exploded with anger. But as domestic discipline had opened up communication, he’d learned a lot about his wife, and even more about himself. If she was spending money, something had upset her, and she needed his support. He would insist she face the consequences of her behavior, but they would address the source of it together. Domestic discipline gave them a process for doing that.
    Come home. Let’s talk , he texted back.
    * * * *
    Gina read Linc’s text. What was the point of talking? While she had gone on a shopping starvation diet and purchased nothing for six weeks, he had indulged himself with a motorcycle. How dare he? She’d trusted him, believed he wanted what was best for both of them and their future children. Misery squeezed her heart in an iron grip. She was too hurt to cry.
    She’d shopped out of rage and revenge, finding no pleasure in the activity, not even bothering to try stuff on. She hadn’t cared what she bought, had only intended to show Linc what betrayal felt like.
    Let’s talk meant discussion, followed by a spanking. She couldn’t imagine how he would justify his actions, but she was curious about his spin. Then she would tell him a few things, beginning with there would be no spanking. They couldn’t go back after what he’d done.
    She left the mall and headed for home.
    Funny how one incident could color one’s memories with a darker hue. What she’d treasured as an incredible period of emotional bonding and sexual ecstasy had been a sham, a pretense. She’d been committed to their experiment, and he’d been…full of crap.
    He’d appeared so sincere about leading their home with integrity. She would not have guessed in a million years he’d do something like this. It was so out of character for the man she’d married, and even more