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along the back. The beautiful, winding mahogany staircase in the hall lead to the
bedrooms and another two bathrooms upstairs.
Both Claire and Mina had had an appreciation for big old houses, instilled early in them
by their house happy mother, who desperately wanted to get out of the small place they
all grew up in. Unfortunately, Momma never did, but Claire found a beautiful place
where she and Hunt could be happy and raise their children.
Mina had never imagined entering her sister's house in such a state - with a spanking
hanging over her head - one that was coming from Hunt himself, no less! He hadn't
changed the house or the furnishings a bit - Mina almost expected Claire to come
bounding down the stairs.
Hunt saw her face and grimaced. "Feels like she's still here, doesn't it?" he asked softly, a
sudden sadness settling on his face.
Mina could only nod solemnly in agreement.
Hunt shook his head, trying to dispel the pall that had fallen over him. He had been
trying to think this through the whole time they were driving across town. He wasn't
going to spank her like he usually spanked Claire - with her over his lap on the bed. The
closer to the bed, the better, as far as he'd been concerned, whenever and however he got
Claire into his arms.
But Mina was an entirely different proposition. He wasn't about to tug her upstairs to his
room - she'd probably die in an apoplectic fit. No, the study was the best place for this to
take place. It was sterner and less intimate - more businesslike.
He took a few steps towards the double doors to his study, then turned and crooked his
finger at her. "Come here, Mina. And don't even think of bolting back out that door,
because if I have to chase you it's going to be that much worse."
She hadn't been thinking that, but his comment made her wish she had. She'd been too
deep in her memories to remember that the health and welfare of her bottom was on the
line here. And there he was, standing there crooking his finger at her as if he was going to
give her a gift or something when she got in there with him . . .
Mina's hands went automatically to her bottom while he stared at her, trying to protect
what could not be protected, at least not from him, apparently. She walked past him and
into the study that way, standing nervously in front of his desk while he drew the curtains
closed on the big bow and side windows.
Hunt realized that this needed to be done quickly. If he gave her too much time to think
about it, she'd turn tail and run, and he didn't want to have to be chasing her down the
street. So he took one of the straight backed chairs that had been put to such use
occasionally during his marriage and put it in the middle of the cream colored Persian
rug. It was one of the leftovers from their dining room table. Since there were only two of
them except when they entertained, they didn't need all of the eight chairs that had come
with the antique carved oak table, so some of them had ended up in the foyer, a couple in
his study, and one in their bedroom. Their dual purpose had always made him smile
secretly when he looked at them scattered around the house.
He tugged on her arm, and she resisted but not as much as he expected her to, though.
She oofed a little when he laid her over his lap, and that thing that only seemed to happen
with her now had happened again, and there was no way she was going to mistake what
was poking boldly into her belly. Hunt decided to ignore it - as much as was possible. He
knew that if he mentioned it to her she would dissolve right into the floor, and he hadn't
really dealt with that situation yet himself. It was best to just concentrate on the matter at
hand.
It had been a long while since he had a young lady over his lap. He'd almost forgotten
the feeling, but he couldn't take the time to luxuriate in it either. She needed to learn who
was boss, and he intended to get the message home as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Despite the fact that he wasn't at all sure he should do it, he tugged down her jeans and
panties all at once, before she really had a chance to work herself into a lather. There
would be time for that later, he was sure. But for the moment, he'd caught her completely
off guard, and he was going to use that to his advantage.
Mina was absolutely mortified. She had begun to reconcile herself with the idea that he
might spank her - that she'd have to lie over his lap and feel his hand connecting with her
bottom, but her mind had sterilized it nicely for her, so that she didn't have to deal with
the more intimate, or painful, aspects of being put in that position.
But here she was, and it was intimate enough when they were both fully clothed. Then
he reached around under her and undid the button and zipper of her jeans and before she
could even manage a wiggle of protest, her pants and panties were around her mid calves.
Before she knew it, the first swat descended, exploding on her bare flesh and making her
draw in a deep breath with which to throw her head back and squall, but then the second
and third and forth smacks came along, and he settled into a rhythm that she knew was
going to be trouble, and she didn't have a chance to dwell on the spike that was poking up
from beneath her into her tummy.
 Mina didn't know where to put the pain. It hurt at least a thousand times more than any
spanking she'd ever received as a child, and he wasn't showing any signs of stopping any
time soon. She wiggled and squirmed and tried to buck or arch away from him, but
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