Free Taking His Hand (Under His Roof #2) by Sadey Quinn

alone time. And she’s learning about me, too.
    I originally thought I’d select a specific day every week to give Rachel a spanking. A few of my clients request that. We call it maintenance. But I’ve decided I don’t want Rachel to always know what’s coming. I’m with her enough to know when she needs a paddling, or when she just needs some stern reminders.
    Or, at least, I’m learning. Always learning.
    While I want to avoid the routine of a weekly session, I have fallen in to the pattern of spanking, if only a light one, once every few days. If she’s done something to deserve a punishment—usually through having a negative attitude—I give her a nice warning so she has plenty of time to worry about what will happen. Other times, I’m more spontaneous, just warming her ass before bed or right when she wakes up in the morning.
    If I’m perfectly honest with myself, I know I love spanking her. Tonight, I want to share that love with her. I want to try giving her a light, erotic spanking she’ll enjoy receiving as much as I enjoy giving.
    It’s Saturday, and I’ve talked Ryan into helping Mitchell and me with the ongoing office construction project today. Rachel went into work for the morning, promising to bring home pizza and beer when she’s done. My brothers arrive together, Mitchell freshly showered and shaved and Ryan looking like he just rolled out of bed. He’s holding a Coke in one hand and a gas station burrito in the other.
    “ Thanks for coming, guys,” I call as they wander into the backyard. I’m nailing up a long piece of vinyl siding and Mitchell jogs over to help me hold it in place.
    Ryan wanders around the building, then inside. When he reappears he looks impressed.
    “ This is like…done. How the hell did you do this so fast?”
    “ Many hands make light work. You guys have been a huge help,” I reply. I’m truly grateful.
    “ Uh, I’ve been a huge help. Ryan’s been…” Mitchell trails off, grinning at me.
    “ Ryan’s helped, too,” I insist. “He’s just busy. With school. And girls.”
    Mitchell nods, ever appreciating my need to keep peace. “Well, my next project is putting together the room for baby Erell.”
    Ryan coughs. “Erell? Seriously?”
    “ Just a nickname. Erin and Mitchell combined.”
    “ I’m so happy for you guys,” I say. “Anything you need, I’m glad to help. I certainly owe you, after all this.”
    After our work today, I know the office will be ready to use. There are still finishing touches—a few light fixtures I’ve ordered still haven’t arrived, and I need to finish caulking around the wood trim inside. But it’s functional.
    I set Ryan up with touch-up painting, and he begrudgingly gets to work, setting his iPod in my speaker dock. He’s been on a bluegrass kick lately. It’s unfamiliar to me, and I’m enjoying the little surprise that comes with each song.
    I measure, Mitchell cuts, and together we finish siding the north side of the building. He gets to work doing the eave—a good job for him because he’s better at framing than I am—and I grab Ryan to help me move some furniture.
    When Rachel arrives, it’s almost one. Ryan beelines for the pizza and so does Mitchell, after giving Rachel a peck on the cheek. I grab her hand and lead her to the office.
    “ Clients. Here. Soon.” I grin at her.
    She stops, her mouth drops, and she throws her arms around me. I squeeze her tight, lifting her off the ground, and spin her around.
    “ That’s wonderful,” she says as I put her down. She wipes a tear from her eye and sniffles.
    “ You okay?”
    “ I’m just…happy. I mean, it’s been okay having you take clients in the house. You’ve been respectful about it. But it was always in the back of my mind…”
    “ I know, sweetie. I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough for being so understanding.” I grasp both her hands in mine. “Thank you. Thank you for being amazing.”
    Leading her inside, I give her a little