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you the answers! They’re not going to change!”

β€œI don’t think you’ve learned any manners yet, Mrs. Black. Answer my questions politely.”

β€œGet off me! Get off me!” I kick my legs up, trying to break his hold, but he’s got me firmly over his knees, my head pinned to the couch by his grip in my hair.

β€œAnswer my questions.”

β€œYes, I loved him, and yes, I feel betrayed.”

He wallops my left cheek. β€œAgain.”

β€œYes, I loved him, and yes, I feel betrayed.”

Another wallop that has me wailing. β€œAgain.”

β€œYes, I loved him, and yes, I feel betrayed!”

Somewhere in the heavy slaps and the snuffling tears and the repeated questions, I forget this is about the Blacks and it becomes about me and Ashley. I did love him once. He was my first love. My Prince Charming. My forever man. Every time we had cold, passionless sex, it singed my heart. Every time he gave me a cool brush of his lips, instead of a real kiss, it made my soul curl up and die a little more. But I never said a word. It was my marriage; I was supposed to make it work.

To sit in my doctor’s office and have her explain to me that the pain in my belly and the blood in my pee wasn’t a bladder infection, or the terrible fear I’d lived with silently for days, cancer, but rather chlamydia, broke me. I felt beyond betrayed. I was destroyed. Futureless and completely adrift in a world I was never comfortable in anyway. Ashley made me feel a part of something. Of us. Even if us wasn’t perfect, I was still part of it.

Without him, I was part of nothing.

I lose the count somewhere after two hundred. I’m sobbing blindly, barely able to answer the questions he asks over and over. He’s counting for me since I can’t speak, still all on my left cheek, which feels beyond burned, beyond bruised. Even the feather of his breath across it makes me flinch and whimper.

Logan puts his hand in the small of my back and tugs back on the hand he has in my hair. β€œNow let’s hear some thanks.”

I don’t know if Mrs. Black could endure any more, but I can’t. β€œThank you, Sir.”

I don’t say β€œta” because whatever it is we’re doing, I’m not his little girl right now and he is totally not my daddy.

β€œGood. You’ve told me no six times, while you’ve been learning your lesson, so that will be ten for each and a thank you.”

He spanks my unmarked cheek sixty times while I sob uncontrollably. I’ve never been spanked this thoroughly. Not so hard and for so long. At the end of each ten, he has me thank him and answer the questions again. I’m not even sure what my answers are, I’m crying so hard.

After the sixth thank you, he stops, but doesn’t release me. β€œDo you still love Ashley?”

I blubber. β€œWhat?”

β€œTen. Count.” He doesn’t even pause for breath before hitting me ten more times. I shudder and sob through each strike.

After the tenth, he says, β€œWhat do you say?”

β€œThank you, Sir!” I’m not getting that wrong, no matter what Mrs. Black would fucking do.

β€œAnswer me this time. Do you still love Ashley?”

Did I say his name? I must have. β€œNuh-no, Sir.”

β€œGood girl. Do you still feel betrayed?”

β€œYuh-yes, Sir. That never goes away.”

β€œGood girl, Emily.”

He’s calling me by my name again. Thank the Lord.

β€œI’m proud of how honest you are,” he says.

He leans over me, enclosing my body with his. He holds me like that for several minutes, until my shaking stops, although I can’t stop the tears. Then he whispers in my ear. β€œI want to be honest with you, Emily. I want to be as honest with you as you’ve been with me. More honest than I’ve ever been with anyone, even though it might send you running. You’ve earned it.”

I nod. It’s all I can manage.

β€œThrough all of this, I’ve been thinking about my sister. She was clumsy. She hurt herself more times than I could count when we were kids. Scraped knees and bruises and, once, a chipped tooth. I was her big brother. I was the one who picked her up and kissed away her tears and made it better. But she made me angry, too. I wanted to put her over my knee and spank the carelessness out of her. She’s the first girl I wanted to spank.” He rubs his hand over my fevered ass cheeks, and I can’t control a whimper. β€œI called her, after the interview was over, just to hear her voice. I wanted to hear her say I’m the best brother in the world. That’s what she always tells me. She’s told me thousands of times. But I don’t believe her. You know why?” When I shake my head, he takes a deep breath and says, β€œBecause for years, I dreamed of spanking her until her ass was as red as yours is right now. I dreamed, fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I dreamed of pushing her down and fucking her between those bright red cheeks.”

He wanted to fuck his sister? Is that what this is about?

β€œD-did you?” I ask softly, praying he says no but bracing myself for a yes. If I’ve finally found Logan’s flaw, this is a monster-sized one. He’s right, this is what could send me running, no matter how wonderful he is otherwise.

β€œNo, of course not,” he says, and my heart thuds back into a painful rhythm. β€œBut I wanted to. I thought about it. Dreamed about it. And today, when I was interviewing Mrs. Black, it all came back. I haven’t thought about Lizbeth that way in years. But there it was again. As fresh as when I was a kid. It made me feel betrayed, by my own brain.”

Now his questions make sense.

β€œSir, you are the best brother in the world.” I snuffle and wipe my face. β€œI wish I’d had a brother

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