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Philip opened the door to the bedroom, not knowing what he would find, or what exactly it might have to do with the leather paddle that had arrived at his office, via courier, in the company of the key to the hotel suite. The note with them, in Claire's handwriting, said only "2pm. Curry."
The night before, he had been racing to finish up a big report--the report he had just submitted when the strange package reached him. Before she had gone to bed, Claire had come into his study. She kissed him on the cheek, and said, "I think you deserve a special present for all the time you've put into this report."
Philip replied, distractedly, "Thanks, sweetheart," and Claire gave him a strange, penitent look in return that suddenly reminded him that earlier that evening he had come home to find that she had gotten him a meatball sub for dinner instead of the Thai curry he had texted her to ask her to get. He hadn't been angry--frankly, he was just too busy to be angry--but he really had wanted that curry.
On the table in the living room of the suite was a take-out package that, from the smell, could only be his favorite Thai curry. Next to it was a note that said, "Congratulations, my love. Take your pick of what you want first. Your other present is in the bedroom, waiting for a spanking."
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