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leather paddle. “I understand this paddle is your particular favorite, Sister. It’s a real stinger. Do you still like it?”
    “You’re a vicious old bitch, and you instigated that whole debacle yesterday. You made sure it would happen and that nothing could be done to stop it. Well, now you’ve had a taste of your own medicine. We’re done. Leave her with her subs,” Paula said as they filed out of the room to return to the pool and well-earned mimosas served by two ripped pool boys.
    “Well that was fun,” Robbie quipped. “She deserved it! What goes around comes around, as the saying goes.”

    * * * *

    At the club’s fully equipped gym, Steele and Trent were working up a good sweat. Steele was lifting free weights, and Trent had already done two miles on the treadmill and two miles on the rowing machine. “I really need to work off some steam,” Trent said. “This is not going exactly as I had envisioned. I’ve been hard for two days, and that’ll take it out of you. Sleeping next to that woman and keeping my hands to myself was a real exercise in self-control.”
    “Fucked it up, did you?” Steele scoffed.
    “Yeah, I think so,” Trent replied morosely. “I was sure Paula had some nefarious plan up her sleeve, an exposé or something. Turns out I was wrong, or at least premature. She may be planning one now that I have royally pissed her off. I was also a little judgmental about her relationship with Calleigh. Her behavior just didn’t sit right.”
    Steele let the barbell clatter back into the stand. “I’m sure you can make it right with Paula if you put your mind to it. I’m going to have to do the same with Calleigh. I hope our relationship can survive this experience. I’m just glad to see the last of yesterday! Calleigh has been a trooper, but I’ve never been in a position like that before, and I hope I never am again. A little spanking fun is one thing, but that was over the line as far as I’m concerned.”
    “I might just have blown a good thing. I’ll probably have to eat some serious crow to make this right,” Trent said with a self-disgusted frown.
    “Let’s join the ladies at the pool. I could stand to cool off,” Jason replied with a less-than-sympathetic grin.

Chapter Eighteen

    As Steele settled onto the wicker chaise beside Calleigh, he said, “I stopped in the office to speak with Anne Sutton. She tells me there was quite a run on schoolgirl uniforms this morning,” he said with a straight face. “Apparently, Mistress Adrienne had an encounter in the School Room that didn’t go exactly as she may have planned.” He gave Calleigh, Paula, and Robbie a stern look. “Have anything to tell us?”
    “What happened?” Calleigh asked in shock as she darted a suspicious look at Paula and Robbie.
    “It seems Mistress Adrienne was discovered by the household staff checking the room after it was reserved for an 11:00 appointment. She was left bound to the spanking bench with the handle of the leather strap sticking out of her butt like a horse’s tail,” Steele said in his Master’s voice.
    Paula and Robbie gasped. “We didn’t do that!” they chorused.
    “We left her with her subs!” Paula exclaimed, totally forgetting, it seemed, not to incriminate herself.
    “I had absolutely nothing to do with this,” Calleigh stated emphatically. She was truly shocked, although she knew that in her overprotective zeal, Paula was completely capable of pulling off a stunt like this. She had thought Robbie had more sense, but apparently not! “I can’t believe you did that,” she hissed at Paula.
    “Call, I couldn’t let her get away with hurting you. She deserved it, and it was completely satisfying!” Paula returned in a whisper, clearly without an ounce of guilt.
    “Well apparently they finally lost it, whipped her butt, and left her there to be found by housekeeping,” Trent replied from his place next to Paula. “They have both left the property.”
    Steele