While I was arranging the closet, I found our paddle behind a stack of shoeboxes. I picked it up, ran it across my hand, and then gave my palm a hearty smack. The word SLUT was emblazoned on the paddle’s leather face.

“Stephen?” I called out, smiling.

I heard a muffled response come from downstairs. It was Sunday, our chore day, and we’d split up. He’d headed to the first floor to vacuum, while I put away the laundry and organized the shoes. I gave my hand another hearty smack with the paddle and felt a thrill run through me.

It had been a while since either one of us had been paddled. It had been a while since we’d had some sexy fun.

He finally stuck his head through the bedroom doorway and said, “Yeah, babe?”

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