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brought.” As she sat, he pressed a button on a box and spoke into it, asking for a carafe of water.
    When he was done, she gestured to herself and said, “I’m Goldie, and I’m looking for a man who’s just right.”
    He looked her up and down, eyes lingering on her face, and once again, he smiled. Goldie heated from head to toe. “I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for. So, how did you come to be traveling down the road?”
    Goldie related her adventures. His pleasant expression and nods suggested that he was genuinely listening to her. “So that’s how I came to be here.” She patted her pocket. “Want an apple?”
    He shook his head, and thanked the butler who brought the water. Goldie drank thirstily.
    They chatted for a while, then shared a little dinner out on his lanai in the back. His gardens were manicured but natural looking, with fragrant flowers and no forced figures or fanciful frou-frous. The heat had diminished and a few scattered high clouds were scudding through the sky. It was quite pleasant to sit with him and enjoy fine weather and the garden’s beauty.
    “You know,” he said. “You’re a decent sort of girl. Do you play gin rummy?”
    Gin rummy was one of her favorite games. “Yes!”
    He grinned. “We’ll play for clothing. If you win a hand, I’ll take off something. If I win, you’ll do the same. Sound fair?”
    Delicious! “Okay.”
    The manservant brought cards and Markus dealt. At first, the game was one-sided. Goldie won hand after hand, until Markus was down to his boxers. Then, he had a flurry of wins. Goldie found herself naked. But she didn’t mind. She kind of liked being naked with Markus.
    His eyes lingered on her breasts and the curve of her hips. “You’re awfully pretty,” he told her. “What kind of man are you looking for?”
    It was the first time through her adventure that anyone had asked her to describe what she wanted. Her heart beat harder. “Someone firm, but with a sense of humor. A man with self-discipline, who can impose a little discipline on me. He should be handsome, tall, rich, and generous. He needs to like children and animals and give money to charity. Most of all, he should be adventurous in the bedroom.”
    Markus sat back in his chair and pursed his lips. “I think you’ve been naughty, Goldie. You went with strange men, stole apples, and trespassed.” His green eyes glittered with good humor. “Seems to me that you should be punished.”
    “Oh no!” she cried, breasts jiggling as she leapt up. “No more riding crops! No more feathers!”
    “I’m not interested in those things either.”
    She peered at him. There was an open, relaxed look on his face. He was telling the truth. “You’re not?’
    Markus shook his head. “No.”
    “Well…” Biting her lip, she went on. “You are a Dom, right?”
    “Oh definitely, yes.”
    “I guess I have been kind of naughty. What did you have in mind? I’ve got to tell you, I’m not a slut so I draw the line at penetration.”
    “No negotiation, Goldie. If we go forward, you’ll do as I say or use a safe word. Got that?”
    She nodded, wondering what bizarre kink he was into. If he wanted her to wear horse tack, she was outta there. A ballerina’s tutu, though, would be okay.
    “Your safe word is ‘uncle.’” He patted his lap. “Now come here for a spanking.”
    “A spanking?” That’s more like it! A delighted thrill went through her.
    Markus patted his thighs again. “Now, or off you go.”
    Wriggling a little with excitement, Goldie laid herself across Markus’ lap. He had no paddle and wore no belt, all he had was his big hand and a growing erection. Either of which Goldie could get into.
    “You’ll get ten smacks for going with strange men; ten smacks for stealing; and a final ten for trespassing.”
    Her butt had recovered from the riding crop. How bad can thirty spanks be? “Okay.”
    She jumped, startled. That first spank tingled. The second did, too.