Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(24)

He’d had a bit of what he thought of as a genius idea about what they could do while they were out there that would get the two of them some exercise. He also knew it would get him even harder than he seemed to be perpetually around her. There were a few things he wanted to take care of before they began, so he gave her explicit instructions. “When you’re done here, I want to you to into the bed room, make the bed, then sit at the end of it and wait for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” She was just glad that he was gone, so she could finish by herself.

Although he questioned her easy acquiescence, he didn’t call her on it. He wanted to get a move on so they still had plenty of sunlight to work with.



This was why she should have her cell on her always, Sunny pouted, once he’d finally come to fetch her after what had seemed like forever. She could have been reading emails and taking care of a thousand little things while he was gone, and he wouldn’t even have known. It wouldn’t have detracted from their weekend at all, she pled as he led her downstairs and out onto a huge wooden deck that overlooked a beautifully landscaped rolling lawn. It was more like a park or a huge garden with grass. There were gorgeous groves of trees strategically grouped together, the occasional rock garden, hedges, and statues, as well as a large amount of forest beyond it.

Instead of addressing what she’d said, he simply said, “What did I say about cell phones and computers, Sunny?”

She hung her head, pursing her lips in displeasure at having been asked. “That there wouldn’t be any for the weekend, Sir.”

“That’s right, for either of us. I have to confess that I did use my laptop this morning while you were sleeping but it was for entirely selfish purposes, and I didn’t do any work or even get into my email at all. I bought something online and chatted a bit with a friend, then I went and made us breakfast. I just wanted to come clean to you about that. I haven’t and I won’t use it again, and my cell is in the safe with yours.”

“What did you buy, Sir?” Sunny admitted to curiosity about what it was, but she never expected it was an old gun. That wasn’t where her mind had gone at all. “You’re kidding!” she’d said when he told her.

“Why?”

“A gun? I thought for sure it was going to be a sex toy of some sort – restraints, a paddle, Viagra, I dunno. Something . . . less . . . mundane, I guess, Sir.”

He couldn’t tell whether she was relieved or not that he hadn’t bought something sex-related. Rod took a step towards her and grabbed her hand, placing it over his raging erection. “I don’t need Viagra as a rule, and I most certainly don’t need it with you, as you might have noticed. As to sex toys, I’m not much of one for toys like that. I’ve got some medical stuff, but I don’t keep vibrators on hand because I think that’s supremely tacky.” He pulled her into his arms and whispered, “And I don’t use restraints usually because I expect you to find it within yourself to obey me and keep your hands where I told you to keep them or to stay where I’ve put you. And I already have most of the implements you’ve ever seen online, or did have at one point – I’ve whittled my collection down a bit or I’d have had to move out to make room for it - and a few you probably haven’t because I happen to have a friend who’s tastes run along the same vein as mine and he’s a very skilled woodworker.”

She could have lived without knowing those last couple of bits.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.” He stood a bit apart from her to explain the game he’d thought up. “Here’s what we’re doing. I take it you’ve never gone hunting . . .” he trailed off at her look. “But that’s what we’re going to do. I’m the hunter, you’re the prey.”

“That’s silly, Sir, why would I run from you?” And you already know I hate running, she thought, but didn’t say.

It was then that she noticed a small bundle on the table that appeared to be a towel with something concealed under it. “This would be where the implement collection comes in.” He showed her three items, one of which was a frighteningly heavy and stiff looking leather strap. The next was a beautifully hand crafted wooden double paddle that had two good sized ovals, a little bit apart, obviously created in order to whack both cheeks of a poor girl’s behind with one stroke, and the last was a ping-pong paddle.

“Now. This is where the ‘you running’ – and hiding to the best of your abilities – comes in. If I catch you within the next ten minutes,” he said, handing her a watch, “then I’m going to consider that you weren’t trying very hard and I’m going to use that leather strap on your fanny.” Her attention was diverted from him to the implements, so he caught hold of her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “If that happens, I can promise you that, even as late as this Friday morning, at your weekly nine o’clock staff meeting, you’re still going to need to have an extra pillow on top of your cushy executive chair.”