He went into his bag and put a few items on the table, and Kate’s heart sank when she saw what they were: a long whippy-looking cane and several pieces of ginger. Her eyes widened. “Sloan, what the hell?”
His voice was firm. “It looks like spanking alone isn’t enough to get through to you, so we’re going to try something else this time.”
“You can’t do the ginger!” Her voice rose on a note of hysteria. “That’s gross and weird and, like, perverted.”
“I can and I will, and furthermore, I’m going to whip you with a cane while you’re holding it in.” His voice was implacable. “It will be gross and weird,” he used her words, putting emphasis on each, “and I hope you hate it enough that you never want me to do it again.”
“But ginger stings! I read about that.”
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