Free Treasured Submission by Maggie Ryan Page A

book, Abby smiled, wondering exactly how he had gotten into the domestic discipline scene. Imagining him across his parent's laps, informing them of the proper positioning before he took his spanking, she giggled. There was nothing about the man she had met that allowed her to imagine him actually letting someone else be in control. As she sat in her cozy kitchen, she finally admitted that she had been interested in him last night and was growing more so the longer she read his book. She wondered if he was married, and decided he must be or else he couldn't have written with such authority. Trying to picture his wife, Abby decided she must be some meek little mousey woman who was always ready to flip up her skirt to take a spanking from her husband. Suddenly a sense of shame coursed through her at the bitchy thought. The shame increased when she realized that what she was feeling almost felt like jealousy. God, this wasn't high school! How could she be jealous of some woman she had never even met?
    Abby felt her insides flutter as she imagined Dean's large hands descending on her tender skin. When her imagination had his hand both caressing and then spanking her bare ass, she blushed hotly at the image. "Whoa, okay, girl," she said as she stood. "You either need to forget all about this stuff or go find yourself a man, and soon." The sound of her delightful giggle was unfortunately shared with no one except for the orange cat. Putting her empty mug into the sink and leaving the book where it lay, Abby went on with her day.
    Later in the afternoon, Abigail returned from her shopping, carrying the bags into the house. After putting away the groceries and slipping Cicero a treat that he really didn't need, she gathered her other bags and headed towards the bedroom. Glancing into her office, she felt an almost overwhelming desire to turn on her computer and work. She had new ideas about her current project and had decided to expand on her characters. Since she couldn't seem to stop thinking about all this discipline stuff, she thought she might find an outlet by weaving a few details, as well as a few spankings, into her latest novel. About to step into the office, she realized she was still holding her purchases, and a quick glance at the clock showed that it was almost six. "Sorry, babe," she told herself, feeling a twinge of disappointment. However, she knew that if she so much as turned on her laptop, she would disappear into her fictional world without a single thought to her responsibilities. Remembering that this evening's appointment was going to prove interesting, she turned and walked into her bedroom.
    Her face showed her approval as she slipped the new dress over her head, buckling the thin belt around her waist. The dress reminded her of the one Julia Roberts had worn to the polo match in the movie, Pretty Woman . Instead of brown though, this dress was navy blue with tiny white dots. Abigail slipped her feet into her new sandals, admiring her red toenails, and turned to look in the mirror, smiling at the pretty woman gazing back at her. She couldn't remember the last time she had worn anything other than jeans and t-shirts, and decided it had to have been at the wedding almost a year earlier.
    Thinking about husbands and wives, Abby realized that while she had felt an unwarranted surge of jealousy thinking about Dean's wife—a woman she had never laid eyes on, she had felt absolutely nothing seeing a hugely pregnant woman clinging to Nick's arm when she ran into the couple at the grocery store. Dean had introduced his wife and explained that they were visiting his family before their third child arrived. Abby hadn't felt a single ounce of jealousy. What did that say about her? Deciding that it said nothing more than she had made the right decision in ending her unhappy marriage, she forced herself back to the present.
    Opening jars and tubes, she applied some light makeup and brushed her hair. Instead of her normal