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days.”
    “Where are the kids?”
    “Jace is at basketball until 9.  Callie is sleeping over at Amanda’s.” She grinned at him and fluttered her eyelashes teasingly.  “We’ve got the place to ourselves for a few hours.”
    “ Forget the shower, I want you here first… Strip.”  After issuing that order, he set her from him and stood to remove his clothes as well.  Making short work of his jeans, he grabbed the back of his tee and pulled it over his head.  Joanna, who was struggling with the back hook of her bra, stopped and stared.  At 48, her husband looked more like 35.  Except for the touch of silver at his temples, he was as lean and muscular as when they’d met.  She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch his rock hard chest that had just the perfect amount of dark curls before gliding over his washboard abs. 
    Strong fingers wrapped around her wrist.  “Play later, Joanna.  Strip now, because I want to fuck.”
    Startled by his tone, she looked into his face and saw the pent up desire that flashed in his eyes.  “Yes, Sir.”  He released her then and as she finished with her bra .  His hands went to waist as he hooked both her panties and panty hose and whisked them down her legs. 
    “Hold on to me and step out.” She could hear the barely leashed passion in his voice and did as told.  Holding onto his broad shoulders, she lifted one foot at a time as she stepped out, leaving her naked.
    Sitting back down he patted his thighs.  “I want you right here, baby.”
    Excitedly s traddling his thighs, she slid her arms around his neck and felt his warm hands sweep up her back and into her hair.  Using her hair as an anchor, he pulled her head in close.  “Damn I missed you.” He then took her mouth and devoured it; involving lips, tongue and teeth.   After just a few seconds, she felt him stiffen under her and pull her head away.
    “You’ve been drinking.”  It was a statement , not a question.
    “ Yeah, I had some wine with dinner.”
    “Did you drive home?”
    “Yes, but I was perfectly fine to drive honey.”
    “How much wine did you have?”  His hands tightened in her hair as he looked intently into her eyes.  He was seriously pissed.
    “One or two glasses.”
    “Was it one or two?”
    “ Two I guess, but I was fine to drive.”
    “ Isn’t that what drunk drivers say right before they plow into a minivan loaded full of a family with kids?”  Lifting her off his lap, he stood and retrieved his jeans.  As he slid them on he began to lecture.  “What’s the rule, Joanna?”
    “No drinking and driving.”
    “Is a little wine acceptable?”
    “No.”
    “No what?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Christ, Joanna what were you thinking?  You've even worked at a M.A.D.D fundraiser.  Don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical?”
    “I guess, but tonight was unusual.  I usually ride with Bridgett but she was sick and Melissa was…” She trailed off when she saw the stern expression on his face.  She immediately stopped her excuses.  He was right.  It was their rule, not to mention the law.
    “Did the D.C. cab service suddenly go out of business while I was away?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “So you have no excuse.  Are you going to argue with me further that you are in the wrong here?”
    “No, Sir.  I was stupid and careless and I know better.”
    “Don’t call yourself stupid.”  He paced the room for a minute before asking, “ What is the punishment for a level two rule violation?”  Level two involved personal safety.  They had agreed long ago when they established their household rules that any infraction involving personal safety would be dealt with harshly.   That meant she would feel his strap across her bare bottom.
    “Ten with the strap, Sir.”
    “You can take them with my belt here over the back of the couch, or go to the spanking bench in our room with the tawse.  Your choice.”
    Joanna weighed her options carefully.  His belt would hurt