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Opening Jake's white front door, Tamsin saw dirty blonde hair, tons less dirty than when she'd met Margaret disheveled in the dangerous desert heat. She'd pegged Margaret's age around forty. Revising her estimate to mid-thirties, she showed Margaret and her husband Bob into the lounge.

"Amazing dress," she said to Margaret. Excited by their dinner, she'd suggested dressing up. Her new friend's sleeveless little black dress did her justice. Its discrete hem, four inches above her knees and tight silhouette, screamed sophisticated yet sexy.

"I love yours," Margaret said, admiring Tamsin's red dress.

"Thank you." Her year's supply of clothes contained minimal choice. Spaghetti straps baring her shoulders, her cute red body-con dress flared into a ruffled hem, flirting for attention.

Margaret slipped off her two-inch healed sandals, her bare feet joining Tamsin's on Jake's warm dark wood floor.

Bob joined Jake in the open kitchen. Tamsin observed him leaning on the counter. They appeared relaxed.

"Your hair is stunning," Margaret said. "It's shimmering."

"I have secret help. I'll show you."

Leading Margaret into the bedroom, she took her last empty Hair Air pouch from her black Longchamp shoulder bag. She hid them, not wanting Jake to discover her secret to mesmerizing sexiness.

Flattening the pouch, she described its colorful mist and ten second sensational impact. Margaret's face fell when she explained it wasn't available yet.

"You lucky girl. You have all the relationship tricks."

"Some hurt," Tamsin smiled. Opening the closet, she withdrew their oxblood-red leather punishment strap, laying it on the bed.

"Wow," Margaret said, eyebrows shooting up. She lifted the heavy strap, feeling its supple leather.

"It burns everywhere. Jake strapped me for a deplorable attitude lying on the bed."

Margaret slapped the strap onto her palm. "Yikes."

"Tell me about your belting from Bob."

"He tore me off a strip. Something about his lecture contained far greater authority than usual. It stopped me from arguing back."

Tamsin smiled. Pulling Margaret towards her, she hugged her friend. "You deserve him."

"I believe I do. Anyway, he told me what you'd suggested. He ordered me out of my skirt. Unprepared for his sheer control, I complied. Ripping off his worn brown leather belt established his undeniable authority, driving my utter obedience. He directed me to bend over our bed, and I just did."

Tamsin listened, enjoying the fruits of her instinctive labor.

"I still had my panties on. They didn't help. He lashed his belt into my bottom. Sting obliterated my mind. While I was hurting, he informed me, I was getting thirty-five strokes because I'm thirty-five. He scolded me hard. It helped me recognize why he was right. Tamsin, I've never suffered such pain. He laid it on my backside. Begging him to stop, I applauded his refusal."

"Did you regret obeying him?"

Margaret shook her head. "I craved harder strokes. He's belted me twice since for moments of attitude. I accept his spankings. Sex is sensational. I give myself to him with utter abandon. It seems my obedience turns him on."

"Jake belts me on Tuesdays, a reminder I'm subject to his authority. I get four proper strokes, naked. He soothes me with stunning sex. We also play games. I got a real school paddling from him." Grabbing the massive oak paddle, she placed it on the bed beside the strap.

Margaret picked up the paddle. "Feels solid."

"Its burn lasts forever," Tamsin said, reaching for her iPhone. Cueing Jake's video of her school paddling, she said, "I'll show you."

Jake's desk in their living room filled her screen, her bent in jeans for her paddling. Her volume low, Tamsin played it. Heat thrust into Margaret's black satin panties.

Tamsin's violent paddle cracks slammed into Margaret's brain, powering through her body, throbbing her urgent sex. Watching the younger girl receive her severe school swats felt naughty. She wanted to bend beside her.

Tamsin saw her friend's expressions betray her excitement. Her iPhone cradled in Margaret's grasp, she added their two canes to the bed collection.

"You got thrashed," Margaret exclaimed.

"I needed it," Tamsin said, her admission pulsing pleasure into her passionate sex. She explained the slender cane punished her often. They saved the thick one for serious infractions. Occasional strokes boosted her punishments to ensure she feared it.

Margaret caressed the slender cane. Touching it, she felt deserving, moist desire spreading. Surveying the stunning younger girl, knowing her gorgeous bottom had suffered harsh licks, admiration multiplied her desperation to measure up.

Sweeping her arm over Tamsin's implement collection, she said, "Where do I get discipline tools?"

"I'll email you links. Everything comes from abroad, except the canes."

Margaret frowned. Purchases didn't arrive fast from abroad.  

"Mrs. Fraser's General Store sells the canes. They're kept beneath the counter. You must ask for them." Tamsin smiled, recalling her humiliation. On arrival in Limit Creek, her colossal friendship failure had sent her to Mrs. Fraser. Offered two canes she'd bought both, changing her life forever.

Margaret shivered. Imagining her acute shame, her sex cheered. Seeing rattan in her future, she celebrated Tamsin's marriage advice, marveling at the brilliant girl's audacious guts. She vowed if her bravery lasted through dinner, she'd honor Tamsin.

Seated at his dark oak dining table, Jake told entertaining stories of growing up in Limit Creek. His divine mac and cheese produced compliments. Bob told tales of tough journeys. He drove three-trailer road trains from Nullabull to regional hubs, transporting vital freight. Tamsin described flight school and her fascinating journey to Limit Creek. Margaret shared her suspicions her accountant boss was having an affair.

Chilled caramel slice proved a hit dessert. Chewy shortbread base, blanketed in buttery caramel, and topped in dense chocolate, both girls ate seconds.

Margaret observed Tamsin, envying the younger girl's extraordinary confidence. Watching her school paddling, she'd felt she'd acquitted herself well when Bob had belted her. Her friend took tough spankings. She wanted Tamsin's approval.

Stranded in the desert, sipping her last water drops, she'd persevered with her compact mirror, training its reflection into shrubs. Raising it to reach the white plane's cockpit windows, she'd feared for her survival. She needed to show Tamsin she was worth saving. The girl's audacious intrusion into her relationship had transformed her marriage. "Tamsin, was rescuing me expensive?"

"Diane decided. She's our Pilot in Command. The company picks up the costs. They wouldn't second guess her decision."

"I put you out. You rescued me, then offered my husband audacious relationship advice."

Tamsin grinned. She enjoyed being labeled audacious. "I'm glad I helped. I doubt you'll screw up again."

"Bob belted me for risking my safety. Nobody punished me for wasting your valuable afternoon."

Tamsin smiled, wondering if Bob recognized his wife's challenge. She needn't have worried.

Bob threw his wife a firm stare. Catching her eye, his protracted gaze issued a tacit warning. Tamsin's heart applauded his firm control.

Margaret shrugged. "Just saying."

Tamsin marveled at her friend's subtle challenge.

Bob said, "Jake, may I borrow a kitchen stool?"

Jake waved permission.

Bob moved a stool from the kitchen bar, placing it beyond the dining table.

Margaret's heart raced. She couldn't escape her coming embarrassment. Watching the smart younger girl in her sexy red dress, honor powered her self-respect. She wanted to show Tamsin she appreciated her intervention.

Tamsin said, "Bob, I showed Margaret our collection of discipline implements. Perhaps she'd benefit from a caning."

Margaret's sex clenched, watching Tamsin's slight smile condemn her.

"May I see?" Bob asked.

Tamsin led him to the bedroom, her implements still arrayed on the bed. He fingered the deep red leather strap, considering its weight. The huge oak paddle produced a smile. "Tamsin, thank you for your rude intrusion into our marriage. You were blunt. I couldn't ignore your advice."

She stroked his arm. "You're welcome. The credit is yours. You punished her. It takes guts. Margaret's worth it."

"You seemed to know she'd love it."

"Girl instinct. Getting spanked humbles me. Margaret's perilous predicament reminded me how lucky I am. Keeping my superpower secret felt selfish."

"I've belted her twice more since."

"I heard." Tamsin smiled. "Remain reliable. Keeping holding her to account."

"You think I should cane her?"

"She'll suffer. However, she'll itch to get it again. The leather strap and school paddle require ordering. You'll wait weeks. Mrs. Fraser's General Store sells the canes. Tomorrow, send her in alone. She must request them. It feels very shameful."

He picked up the lighter cane, stroking its pliable pale length.

She called out, "Jake, can I borrow you?"

Leaving Jake to show Bob caning techniques, she rejoined Margaret at the dining table.

"Am I getting caned?" Margaret asked, breathless despite her fear.