Free Her Old-Fashioned Husband by Laylah Roberts Page B

Frankie could get in touch with him, see if she could ease this rift between Roarke and her husband. Of course, the easiest thing would be to get hold of that business card. She now knew why he’d given it to her; he was hoping to ease the way. Frankie wondered if he’d known who she was when he’d approached her . She didn’t suppose it mattered.
    Still, she didn’t like her chances of getting her hand on his card; she didn’t think Tom would be carelessly leaving it around. Although she supposed she could do some searching. Someone surely knew where to find him.
    I could always find his club. Visit him there.
    She held in a shiver.
    “Brax goes to his club sometimes in Waco,” Tom spat out. He stilled, staring down at her. “I want you nowhere near this man, understand me? You see him again then you cross the road and walk on the other side. You ignore him. You don’t talk to him. You don’t go anywhere near him. If I catch you even looking at him, I will take a switch to your butt.”
    “That’s hardly fair, Tom,” she protested in surprise.
    “I don’t care about fair,” he snarled. “You’ll do as I say.”
    Frankie stood, hangover forgotten. “Why? Because you man? Me woman?”
    He drew her close, pulling her against him. “No. Because you’re mine. Now get your butt into the shower. I want you naked, downstairs with your nose in the corner and your bare butt poking out in twenty minutes.”

With a slap to her ass, he left the room.

 
C hap ter Four
     
    Frankie washed herself slowly . She wasn’t going to just hand herself up to him on a platter to discipline, was she? He’d never required her to stand in the corner before a punishment. Afterwards, sure. Personally, she figured he just liked staring at her red butt, but she’d never had to wait for a punishment that way, they were always given as soon as Tom could manage it.
    Stepping out, she dried herself and then stood in her bedroom, chewing at her bottom lip.
    She could put clothes on; refuse to do what he’d told her.
    She could climb back into bed, the way she really wanted to.
    But in the end she knew that she deserved this. The guilt was eating away at her stomach and she needed the relief a punishment would bring.
    So, naked and hung over , Frankie walked downstairs and moved to the only empty corn er of the living room. Sticking her nose in the corner, she crossed her a rms behind her back and widened her stance, sti ck ing her bottom out .
    Frankie didn’t know how long she stood there before Tom came into the room, but she’d nearly stepped out the corner three times.
    “About time,” she muttered quietly to herself.
    Smack!
    “Ow,” Frankie cried, jumping at the heavy spank that landed on her butt.
    “Are you allowed to speak while standing in the corner like a naughty little girl?” Tom asked her.
    Immediately, she was flooded with the need to submit.
    “No, sir,” she replied softly.
    “Then hush.”
    She closed her eyes, her throbbing butt cheek a reminder to behave. It was easier to stand here now, even knowing he was staring at her naked butt, because this was what Tom required of her.
    “Come here, baby girl.”
    Frankie turned, blinking herself out of her semi-trance state. Tom sat on the sofa. She gulped as she got closer and saw what rested beside him.
    “Tom?” she questioned, her gaze caught on the hairbrush and paddle.
    He stared at her then down at the i mplements. He held up his hand. “A hand spanking for forgetting your dinner.” He then dropped his hand and picked up the hairbrush. “The hairbrush for hanging up on me.” He moved to the paddle. “The paddle is your morning spanking as part o f your punishment two week punishment .”
    Frankie gulped. “You’re going to use a paddle on me twice a day for the next two weeks?”
    How the hell would she survive it?
    Tom shook his head. Relief surged through her. “Sometimes I’ll use my hand, sometimes the hairbrush or the belt.”
    Frankie