My plans didn't include spending my life enslaved as someone's secretary

Life is transitory... and love is poetry in action

I spend more time in front of this mirror than watching television … oh well, I suppose it’s better to watch myself than an electronic box full of lies

Of course it hurts, it’s a spanking. How else would it work?

Shame on you, Crispin. Married how long, and you haven't spanked your wife with a metal spatula yet?"

I'd gotten used to Ian's assumption that everyone was as perverted as he was, so I didn't miss a beat.

"We prefer blender beaters for our kitchen utensil kink," I said with a straight face.

Bones hid his smile behind his hand, but Ian looked intrigued.

"I haven't tried that ... oh, you're lying, aren't you?"

"Ya think?" I asked with a snort.

Ian gave a sigh of exaggerated patience and glanced at Bones.

"Being related to her through you is a real trial.

Don’t be afraid of the unknown because you will become enslaved to it