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Plugged, paddled, and pantied.

Then displayed in the window. Hands behind her head. The reddened curves of her ass peeking out beneath her white, frilly naughty girl panties. She’s so tanned from our honeymoon, I can’t wait to see the innocent white against her sun-browned skin for all the Village to see.

My rule is this: If you misbehave and the Village suffers for it, you pay the appropriate price.

To me. And to them.

Everyone was worried sick when she’d run away. It only took me a few hours to track down her exact location, but still. Very, very naughty.

And she will pay the price. And the Village will know that she’s been thoroughly punished.

We’ve returned from the honeymoon. Glorious days of sun and sand and sex. Nights filled with dining, drinking, dancing, and… fucking.

And not a single punishment. She knew what she had coming and was perfectly behaved. Except in the bedroom—oh, and on a boat, in the ocean, and behind a coat check closet—there she was a very naughty girl. And it was delicious.

But we are back to our real lives.

The stunt she pulled—I still see red when I think about returning from the mission that night and walking into our house to find her gone.

But first, I’ll let her get acquainted with her new kitten. I may be a dominant man, but I’m not a monster.

I carry her over the threshold, first time as man and wife. Her eyes shine and sparkle as she gazes up at me, her arms wrapped around my neck. We kiss. Then I set her down on her feet. Her pleated white skirt flounces, then settles into place as she lands on her light pink satin shoes. She’s wearing a coral-colored button-down shirt that’s knotted at the waist, showing just a hint of her tanned midriff. Her long ponytail swings as she rushes around downstairs, peeking around corners for her kitten.

She’s adorable. I love her in the clothing I picked out for her today. She still has plenty of black, plenty of thongs, and enough spandex to outfit half of Barbells—but every so often, she likes letting me choose.

She’s no less fiery since we’ve changed our lifestyle. But following my lead sometimes takes a weight from her shoulders—like she’s finally realized she doesn’t have to be the one braced for battle every second of the day.

I love it.

Pride wells in my chest as she smiles and kisses me. “Where do you think he’s hiding?” she asks. She claps her hand and I catch a flash of her wedding band. It makes me happy.

Before I can answer, we hear a tiny meow from the second floor. She spins on her heel and as she does, her skirts and ponytail swish and move with her.

She flits up the stairs. I’m coming up behind her and I get just a glimpse of her panties as she goes.

Yellow with colorful hearts.

And I know she’s got on the yellow bra to match. I’m the one that snapped the clasp this morning.

The color looks beautiful against her skin.

She ducks around the corner to the living room. No kitty. She crosses the hall into my office. “There you are! Oh, aren’t you just the sweetest thing!” I walk into the room and she has the gray tabby pressed against her cheek. She looks up at me with utter adoration. And says, “My hero.”

“I couldn’t leave him behind.” She’s happy and I can hear the kitten purring from where I stand in the doorway.

She’s so beautiful, it pains me to look at her. There’s a welling in my chest and—damn it, I swear there are tears prickling at my eyes.

My wife.

The little kitty squirms from her arms, leaps down onto the floor, and darts away. She goes to follow him, but I grab her arm. “Not so fast,” I say. We need to christen this house.

Her eyes widen. “What is it?”

I nod to the massive oak desk that sits in the center of my office. “I’m going to have you. Over that desk. Right now.”