I corrected the chapters. I was still half asleep this morning. Thanks for your reviews. Lee Anne

Ranger's New Lesson on 7

Chapter 11

Ranger was catching a plane to Miami tomorrow for a client meeting with one of the oldest office clients and do his quarterly review, he wanted Stephanie to go with him, but she chose to stay here. It was Mary Lou's birthday so she planned a birthday party at the newest and most favorite place 'Beefcakes At Your Service Day Spa' complete with facials, Chippendale dance review, and anatomically corrected 'Beefcake' birthday cake. His jaw clenched just thinking about that house of dancing gigolos, but that's where they have the most fun. Well, Ranger planned his own fun for her. He read over the e-mail he was sending to her and clicked on the 'Send' button.

Stephanie saw she had a new e-mail on her computer and opened it seeing it was from her husband.

Babe:

Your presence is requested in The Punishment Room on 7 at 1300 hours. Since I will be in Miami for a few days I feel a little Manoso "reminder" is in order to keep the Naughty Wife of mine in line during the absence of her Disciplinarian husband. No clothing is required.

The Disciplinarian.

P.S.

At the completion of your Manoso reminder, you will be thoroughly fucked.

Stephanie read the e-mail again. She couldn't control her giggles. Since returning from Point Pleasant almost two weeks ago she has been Good Girl Stephanie Manoso. She's had tons of Cuban induced orgasms and they had been watching the calendar. Her ass has just been its usual pale 'Burg' white, but knowing it would be taking on a rosy glow soon caused her to ruin another pair of panties. It was a good thing she had no limit on her Victoria's Secret spending. She checked the time and it was almost the appointed hour so she had better be getting upstairs. Ranger had been cleaning out his office so it could become a nursery eventually for when their baby was here, so she assumed this was the 'Punishment Room' now.

The apartment was quiet when she walked in and headed straight to the bedroom. The office door was closed. She stripped almost as quickly as Ranger is able to divest himself of his clothes and went into the bathroom. Coming out she found a very sexy Cuban husband leaning against the door frame of the office. Barefoot, shirtless, low hung black sweats, and his hair loose. He didn't say a word but had a smirk on his face and gave Stephanie a come hither with his finger.

She added a little sashay to her hips walking towards him and into the 'Punishment Room'. Just the empty desk and bookcase with office chair remained. All the files and office items were down on 5. Candles were lit on top of the bookcase and on the window sill.

"Do you know why you are here, Mrs. Manoso?" Ranger asked in his authoritative voice walking around her with his hands clasped behind him, but it was damn difficult with his beautiful naked Babe standing there with her hands on hips and breasts thrust out.

"No, I don't Mr. Manoso. I've been very good."

"Yes, you have and I want to keep it that way while I'm gone. You and your girlfriends will be celebrating Mary Lou's birthday at the den of dancing male wanna-a-bees. So, I'm giving you a dose of preventative medicine so that Naughty Girl just waiting to get out stays put."

'Burg' attitude came back at him, "That's my evil twin, Roberta. You have us mixed up and I've told you about her. How many times do I need to repeat myself?" Blue eyes challenged him.

"Well, then this be a reminder for her, too, that you can relate to her," Ranger tipped her chin up to meet his dark eyes. "And for your smart tone while your Disciplinarian Husband is speaking, you will receive extra strokes."

"Why?" Stephanie let out a giggle seeing Ranger in this dictatorial mode.

"Because I say so," he was leading her over to the desk. On the top it was a thick white shag animal rug. "Lay yourself across it."

She stood there defiant not moving, "I haven't done anything."

"You have now. You're not listening to me and smart mouthed me," his hand smacked her ass.

"Ouch."

His hands were guiding her down to the desk, "Lay across the desk like I told you." Ranger went around it and stretched her arms out in front of her. He reached down for something and Stephanie found one wrist then the other was locked into black fur lined cuffs. When she tugged on them as she suspected they were attached to the desk so she wasn't going anywhere soon.

Ranger chuckled at her predicament. He was behind her now and his large hands were running up and down her legs and brushed against her core.

"Excited, Babe?" discovering wetness.

She let out a moan when his fingers tickled her up and down her slit.

He stopped his attentions and Stephanie caught something beside her being laid down. It was a black leather riding crop with a flat looped tip about two inches wide. "I bought you a new toy, Babe," he chuckled seeing her eyes take it in.

"You're too good to me."

"I know," whispering in her ear. "You love it when I'm finally stuffed in you."

Heightening her sensations, he tied a black silk scarf over her eyes letting the anticipation build of what was to come. His hands were massaging her cheeks and she felt his rough hands begin making light spanks. Slow and random over her ass. Ranger kept up the love pats with light 'THAP' noises. He stopped momentarily sliding his fingers between her legs tugging on her already engorged lips and pinching her clit between his fingers a couple times.

Stephanie felt a tingle building in her pussy from his long fingers she could see in her mind. Involuntarily coming up on her toes shuddering suddenly at the sensation and catching her breath, "Oh, God!"

"No cuming, Babe!"

"Fuck! Keeping that up and I'll need too!" she spat back. Her head down buried in the rug.

"When I'm done torturing you," landing kisses across her back. Hands were under her tugging on her hard nipples.

She felt the soft fur of the rug sway against her skin knowing Ranger must have picked up the riding crop and felt him move away from her.

Her brain was conjuring images of that flat tip connecting with her skin. Stephanie waited wondering what sensation her husband would create with it. The anticipation of its touch was almost overloading her.

The flat leather tip touched one inner thigh then they other, "Spread your legs wider. Show me your how wet you are for your Manoso reminder, Babe."

Her legs slid as far apart as she could go almost out of their sockets far apart and her beautiful body sank further into the soft rug under her giving Ranger an exquisite view of pink engorged lips and her nub clearly peeking at him against the desk edge. He brought the tip up to her opening catching a droplet of her arousal. "You're dripping," bringing it forward touching her lips.

She picked up her scent and her tongue slipped out licking the tip clean, "I don't see anything. Are you sure, Ranger?"

"Naughty Girl."

There was swishing in the air as the crop cut it with the movements he was making behind her causing Stephanie to shiver. The tickling touches of the crop began in earnest over her orbs. Every few Ranger added a little force to leave a sting and pinkness. Those caused her to elicit '"Oh's". The smacks were increasing in intensity and frequency coming from different angles.

The first tap was so light, Stephanie wasn't sure she felt it. There was a lush tingle building over her warming skin as the tip caressed her. She heard it and knew the connection with her warming ass was coming. They were light and then without warning a prickle leaving a lasting concentrated sting shooting right to core. Her building arousal was climbing to a feverish pitch.

Ranger noticed she was tugging on her cuffs with the last few stinging swats leaving slight blushing imprints. Her loud moans and "Yes!" she kept repeating were lost in the white Alpaca rug.

Crying out, "Please let me cum!" The lust burning in her center was driving Stephanie to a frenzy he witnessed. Her wild curls shaking back and forth with her head.

"First, you have ten punishment strokes coming for not listening and talking back still. If you do cum," Ranger growled, "I won't Fuck you!" He knew that was a lie because he was barely keeping himself under control wanting to embed himself in her wetness, in the inviting pussy calling for its mate, but he wanted to torment his vixen a little longer.

Ranger landed the ten biting 'punishment' ones in rapid succession across her ass which caused her come up on her toes again. They left pinkness at the contact various points on the already blushing skin.

Desiring the resulting pounding fucking which would conjure the sensation of being deliciously split apart by Ranger's extraordinary cock, Stephanie was biting the animal fur trying to stay off her impending orgasm and fingers clutching at air as her ass was lit up with the fast arduous swats. Her body writhing on its own on the soft animal rug as the stinging spread through her glowing ass and straight to her center. The pleasurable growing ache caused her breath to catch, "Aah! Please let me cum!" Stephanie rasped.

Wanting to give her the release Stephanie's thrashing body was desperately hungering for, the leather tip touched her swelled clit spanking it with continuous short taps. Her sweet juices were trickling down the riding crop towards Ranger's grip. Giving a final 'THAP', "Cum now, Stephanie!"

Stephanie screamed, "Ranger!" bouncing his name off the office walls. Her body was quivering uncontrollably on the desk with the waves of consuming release running through her like a raging river. "Oh Fuck!" panting to bring all the air she could into her trembling body, but it was caught in her throat when Stephanie was rewarded with the deep powerful thrust of Ranger claiming her.

Not be able to hold back his passion anymore, Ranger stilled her quaking hips in his rough hands so he could plunge deep inside her. Once there, his lust took control and each pumping in and out forced his deeper inside until he became trapped with the contrractions of another orgasm raking Stephanie and Ranger followed emptying his own release deep within his wife.

Once he gained his senses having collapsed over his sated wife and he knew his legs wouldn't give out, Ranger went around uncovered her blue eyes and released her wrists rubbing them and bending them up. Her body was covered in a sheen just as his.

Her blue eyes were glassy, barely enough strength to keep her head up to meet Ranger's passion filled eyes, and her body sagging in the white rug, "That was Fucking sensational! She gulped, "I love that new toy of yours."

Ranger had to chuckle, "Better than your hairbrush?"

Stephanie nodded, "Quite better. I can't describe how it feels. All these pricks, tickles, or stings are concentrated and growing into one fire it seems all at once. Those last feathery taps on my clit about sent me out of my skin."

"You're amazing." Ranger was kissing her lips. He took a bottle of water off the bookcase and held it to Stephanie's pouty mouth. "Think you'll remember to be good while I'm in Miami?"

Stephanie looked at Ranger like he was crazy, her mischievous smile in place, "I'll need to revisit the 'Punishment Room' tonight for my real reinforce session. This was just a warm up. My little pussy here," dipping a manicured finger between her legs and rubbing their combined drippings on the riding crop, "wants your toy there to remind it again."

Ranger arched an eyebrow chuckling at his wife, "Really?" The woman was really going to kill him.

They spent the rest of the afternoon on 7 making slow leisurely love or cuddling on the sofa watching a movie. Ranger fingers would meander between Stephanie's legs every so often checking her 'wetness' factor knowing she had another impending visit to the 'Punishment Room'. As always, she was slick from her constant state of arousal.

Once Ella's fabulous dinner was consumed, cheesecake was enjoyed by both for dessert, and the kitchen cleaned; Stephanie came skipping out of the bedroom with some thing behind her back.

"Close your eyes, Ranger," purring seductively in his ear.

"Babe." He closed them to amuse his wife. She placed something in his right palm closing his fingers around something smooth and firm.

Opening them, he found a black leather paddle gripped in his hand, but what made it unique was the cut outs in the leather; they were red letters spelling the word 'BABE' backwards so it left an impression on her ass.

"Do you like it?" asking playfully hands clasped in front of her. "I want it to leave its mark so my Naughty Girl will be good while you're gone, Ranger."

He was smirking, "Oh, I do. But I bet this baby is going to need to make some rather hard contact to leave a lasting impression."

"Well, a spanking is supposed to hurt so I remember not to be naughty and I'll have those tonight," pointing to the paddle then to her ass, "until you get back so I'm, well, almost good. It is Mary Lou's birthday. Maybe we could try an even twenty to christen it?"

"Really? This is like one of those paddles that gave Head Masters the reputations of giving the best to disobedient students. It will have a bite," waving it with a "SWOOSH!" And "SMACK" off the arm of the leather sofa.

"Yes, first my kitty will get tickled, and then you can leave your impression. Rounding out your Manoso reminder with a good hard fucking to last me until you get back," nodding her chin decisively.

Ranger hoisted Stephanie over his shoulder, "I only want to make you happy, Babe. Let's get started because it's going to be a long night."

"Goody."

He carried her over his shoulder into the waiting 'Punishment Room' sitting her on the edge of the desk. 'Don't go anywhere?"

"Not even the bathroom?"

"That's allowed."

Stephanie jumped down and ran in that direction, while Ranger went into the dressing room for something else. Coming back in, there lying on the desk was a large blue feather, riding crop, and the new 'BABE' black paddle all lined up. He had a pillow placed for her head, too.

"Back up there, almost Naughty Girl," hoisting Stephanie up so she was near the edge again. His hands pushed her back down gently so her head rested on the pillow. Next he bent her knees so her feet rested on the edge and her legs were open.

Shaking a finger at his wife failing at being very stern, "No cuming during your clit spanking unless I say you can. If you cum without it, you will get extra paddling with your new toy. You're getting eighteen smooth and one on each cheek for a 'BABE' tattoo soon."

'Really?" wiggling her body in the soft fluff underneath her.

"Yes, Ranger told her picking up the feather. He touched each knee, "Stay open for me. This is a very enjoyable view and one of my favorites. I love watching how wet you get, Babe," his fingers gathering a sampling and licking them as Stephanie watched.

The feather fluttered over her toes causing them to curl, up the front of her legs, inside of her thighs. Stephanie's eyes were closed and making little sighs with an intermittent giggle if Ranger tickled a spot. Across the barely visible rose on her pelvis which was fading along with her breasts. He skimmed over her flat stomach hoping someday soon it would round with their child and he actually had a break from their wild baby making. She was killing him but would never actually tell his crazy, beautiful wife. The feather touched each manicured finger, up and down her arms causing goose pumps with its soft airy touch. Circling around each breast, fanning her pebbled nipples, over her shoulders and neck up to her full lips the feather traveled over every inch of her front. Ranger ended flailing it over her center sending a cool air over the warm wetness escaping from within her.

Stephanie shivered at the chilliness between her legs.

Putting down the feather, he traded it for the riding crop. He stepped back slightly centering himself between her legs. He tapped the inside of each thigh, "Wider," causing her knees to drift further apart. Blue eyes were scrutinizing him through the 'V" of her open legs and her lips upturned.

He was at the perfect distance for the riding crop which he brought to her opening and just inside the entrance flicking it up and down in minute movements and inched in her slightly more.

"Oh," Stephanie moaned at the flitting inside her. It stopped when the crop tip came to her lips with a treat and slipped past her parted lips for a taste.

When clean her husband returned the crop to between her legs. It tapped her opening a few tickling times it, working to a plump lip, one then the other, and up to the crowning bud. Ranger had a flick of the wrist movement so the riding crop was in the rhythm of a music director baton tapping a beat.

Stephanie's breath was coming quickly and her body began to squirm after just a few light taps. "Oh God!" Each and every stroke on her clit released a charge through her. Her explosion was building quite quickly. She couldn't prevent her hips coming off the desk.

"You can't come until I tell you, Babe."

Stephanie whined, "Ranger, I need to cum!"

"My rules, Babe," he chuckled. "You wanted this so no cumming. I'll stop."

"Bastard! You can't leave me hanging like this!"

He indeed backed off her clit leaving Stephanie suspended. Running the edge of the flat end from her clit down around her opening and back to his starting point making laps around a race track. Her panting quieted so Ranger patted her clit again, then each one of her rosy engorged lips. Resuming the light touch on her protruding bud, "TAP, TAP, TAP," in the even rhythm. Stephanie's legs were twitching, her head back, her knuckles white pulling on the rug sucking in her breath.

"Please, I need to cum! Please!"

He continued the torturous taps and he knew Stephanie wouldn't last, "I think you can hold off cumming, but if want to now, it will cost you?"

Her voice coming in gasps, "Annnythiiiinnng. Pleeaaasee, Ranngeeer!"

"Instead of twenty swats of your new paddle it's doubled to forty. Thirty-eight with the smooth side and two 'Babes'," he negotiated as the riding crop continued it's motions, "for one cum now."

"A whhhole foooorty?" She panted, "Mmmy ass will huuurt."

"Probably, but I think you can hold off that orgasm longer until I give permission for you to cum."

Stephanie bowed her head shaking it and biting her lip, "I can't. Give me forty."

"OK, spread your lips for me. Show me your clit and I'll make you cum."

Her manicure fingers unclenched and trembled, she was fighting to control the eruption within. Coming up off the pillow to reach her cleft and spreading her glistening lips back on each side between her open legs. This caused her juices to freely drip more and her deep pink clit now jutting out clearly displayed for Ranger.

Landing the flat top over her opening once, twice, three times with a hard tickle. Stephanie let out a low moan and her splayed legs noticeably quaked. "TAP!" "TAP! "TAP!" Aiming perfectly, the riding crop covered her bud with a swift 'SWAT'. Her sex convulsed in front of him when her climax exploded.

"Yes!" Stephanie screamed. "Yes!"

Her body arched up and back into the white fluffy rug, tremors clearly visible running through her body, her breasts heaving, "Wonderful," was all she could manage.

It seemed like eternity before body calmed enough. Ranger was watching her intently. "Babe, are you all right?"

Her glassy blue eyes met his and a satisfied smiled on her face, "Fucking delicious!"

He chuckled at his wife.

She drank the water offered to her and slid off the desk when her legs had strength again, "I wanted fucked," turning around and lying over the desk, "so mark me."

Ranger shook his head he was beginning to believe he was married to a nymphomaniac and she was all his.

He warmed up her ass with rubs, caresses, and light spanking bringing about that beautiful blush. Stephanie looked back after Ranger picked up the long, narrow black leather paddle and gave a couple of swats in the air for the feel of it and emphasis.

"Babe, to break this in you get thirty-eight of the best like the old English Head Master would tell his naughty student and two for imprints."

She thought about it, "Since these are going to hurt, please don't prolong these, just get them over with and my ass can agonize all at once."

"Yes, Babe. I'll count them for you. Ready?"

Her arms out in front so her fingers were gripping the desk edge just like the disobedient student in the Head Master's office, "Yes, Head Master Ranger, your naughty girl is ready for her new paddle."

"Good Girl."

"SLAP!" Stephanie didn't have to wait long for the first lash and immediately felt the string across a wide area of skin. "SLAP!" The second came suddenly and landed right under it barely giving her time for the intake of her breath. "Aaah!"

The next two struck the opposite side in a blink of an eye and stung just as worse. Her ass would be smoking by the time the twentieth one contacted because it was smoldering after just a few. At forty, it will be a full blown four alarm fire and Rangeman would to be going up with it. An ass transplant might be an option because she wouldn't be sitting easily. These felt nothing like her wooden hairbrush or leather belt, these were Ranger's best to far.

The smacks of the leather paddle Ranger was making them a little heavier for the impact. When Stephanie was so desperate for her first orgasm, he knew she would have agreed to about anything for that the magical crescendo unlocking the simmering ache that built up from her clit spanking she wanted. He felt a tad guilty, but he was an opportunist, his wife's ass was going to be tender he knew tomorrow at that day spa of prancing, brawny chorus line rejects. She could have a good time celebrating Mary Lou's birthday, but with sensitive cheeks. It bore a hole through him at the thought of any man other him touching his wife, even if it was a facial. So her being so dire for release, he bartered for the extra cracks of the paddle to leave a lingering reminder. He would stop immediately if it got to be too much, but he knew his wife, she entered into the agreement and wouldn't squelch on it. He loved the dark pink hue her ass was taking on and 'BABE' was going to look real pretty in the middle of all that color. Despite her brief discomfort, he knew Stephanie was aroused seeing the droplets fall on the carpet and her ass would come back to meet her new 'toy'.

"Halfway, Babe, only twenty more spanks to go," Ranger told his wife giving her a short reprieve. One of her hands let go of its tight grip to come back to rub her ass. He saw her wince slightly and an intake of breath.

"Only twenty," she groaned.

"Should I stop? This little baby," Ranger shook the black paddle, "packs more of a smack than I realized," giving an internal chuckle. Putting in down momentarily, he massaged her cheeks feeling the heat in them and Stephanie's body came back to mold her ass to his cupped hands.

"Oh, that feels good," she purred. "No, the sooner I take these, the sooner I'm getting fucked, but my butt hurts like a mother. Please make these quick, too, so the misery hits all at once like it is now," standing up gingerly rubbing her crimson cheeks.

With a thought, "Stay put," he ran out of the 'Punishment Room". Before Stephanie realized he was gone, Ranger was back. A wolf grin on his face, "This should take your mind off these last twenty," waving the humungous vibrator she left wiggling on her husband's desk a few weeks ago and was doing the same in his hand.

Stephanie liked his train of thought and the Herbert Horsecock 3 filling her had the power to do just that. She planted a kiss on her husband's lips, "You're always looking out for me."

"Always, Babe." If she only knew.

Leaning her elbows on the desk and legs spread wide, Ranger had no trouble what so ever, Stephanie was so slick, the huge thing practically slid in by itself. Maybe it had a heat-seeking tip to lead the way. Ranger twisted the bottom upping it to a notch below full-steam pony strength.

Almost instantly, Stephanie couldn't control the moans escaping from some spot deep within her as she returned to her position across the desk and fingers gripping the edge.

"Ready, Babe?"

Mewing, "Ready, Head Master Ranger, I still have twenty good ones coming to me." She giggled from the wonderful sensations in her dripping pussy.

"WHACK!"

"Oh!" The biting was there but her concentration was focused on the pulsing that was taking over.

"WHACK!" "WHACK!" "WHACK!" "WHACK!" All biting in rapid sucession, Ranger kept up until eighteen.

"Aah!" The intensity of the hasty paddle strikes and the vibrations encased within her were mixing and the fine border between the pain and pleasure was erased, Stephanie was riding a wave of Heaven. The ache of her ass was fading into a mass of pleasure.

The large vibrator peeking at him from Stephanie's opening looked obscenely large, but his eyes were locked on it after each stinging paddle swat, his cock was hard and becoming excruciating because he wanted it where that was inside his wife. Her entire ass was a deep rosy pink he could only imagine her reaction when Stephanie got on one of those facial tables or those hard rattan chairs watching the birthday show, that made him chuckle.

"OK, Babe, last two. These are going to hurt if you want your 'BABE' imprint."

"I want it," she purred. The previous eighteen were stinging but vague with Herby in her. She was a happy camper with the vibrations working their magic.

"WHACK!" one her left cheek. Stephanie barely got out, "Aaah!" when 'WHACK!" on her right cheek. Her ass was throbbing beyond belief even with her friend when both hard smacks completely registered.

Ranger watched as 'BABE' showed white through the rosy pink of each round globe.

The paddle was returned to the table beside the feather and riding crop; slowly he slid Herby out and turned it off. When Stephanie realized the pleasure vibrations were over, "Aaaaah! That hurts!" The burning reached her brain to register the intensity. "Do I have 'BABE' back there?" turning her head attempting to see her ass.

"Yeah, Babe, they're there," Ranger glided his hand over the raised lettering.

"Good," she was jumping in place because she didn't know what else to do for the intense thumping in her ass.

She made him laugh.

He had lotion in his palms and Stephanie sank her ass in them as he rubbed it in to cool her very warm skin, "Aaaah! That paddle stings!"

"It sounded like it, Babe. Did your big helper help breaking in your new paddle?"

"Herbert Horsecock the Third made me forget all about those last twenty until just now when the pain set in like a lead balloon. Now the best part," Stephanie licked her lips glancing at Ranger's erection saluting her, "you look like you need fucked as much as me."

Ranger had no time to react against the strength of the crazy Hungarian hormones of his horny wife, Stephanie pushed Ranger back on the desk with all she had in her into the soft fluffy carpet, boosted herself up to straddle him and lanced herself all the way down on his hard cock as if it was her lifeline. He noticed her blue glazed eyes widened and whimper when her ass made contact with his toned body, "That Damn thing leaves a lasting impression. Maybe next time, I won't ask for so many."

Ranger just chuckled and let his wife enjoy herself impaled on him. A thought crossed his mind, Stephanie thinks her ass is so tender from the paddle, and it is to a point, but he was the force behind it so she was tender too fully enjoy that gigolo gig, she wouldn't discover this would she? Because he wouldn't be safe anywhere in this world or the next from her 'Burg' girl wrath, which was even scarier than her Grandma Mazur in green goo.

Ranger came out of his thoughts watching Stephanie rock herself, eyes closed and her head thrown back in her joyful ride.

Through her bliss of ramming herself on Ranger's monster manhood, Stephanie could ignore the electric shooting from her ass every time it contacted with his skin when she swayed back. She came up and back down holding her breath at the sweet ache that came and exhaled, but the need was too great taking control. It was like a puppet master was controlling her, vigorously bouncing Stephanie in earnest up and down the shaft inside her to erupt. The catalyst came when she came down and Ranger's fingers found her nub rolling it between them unleashing a tidal wave of pleasure spirally from that spot.

His hips rose to fill Stephanie when his climax hit. Lost in the moment, he forgot about her tender ass causing Stephanie to buck and another orgasm washed over her still in the midst of one.

Exhausted and satisfied, Ranger moved them so they were face to face,

"OK, Babe?"

"Yummy," snuggling into him savoring the hands massaging her ass. Boy, just wait until Ranger sees the cost of a two-day birthday party for four women at the 'Beefcakes At Your Service Spa and Bed and Breakfast' just opening near Washington's Crossing. She rented the entire four suite B&B. Each woman had their own personal Chippendale to attend to them for the two days in their beauty spa. She was a 'Burg' girl knowing Ranger wanted her to enjoy herself at Mary Lou's birthday party, but only as much as a tender ass would let her. She hoped he got some valuable rest in Miami, because when he returned he was going to be a 48 hour weekend sex machine. Monday morning she would let him know she was pregnant.

After getting to Miami in the morning, Ranger called Tank, "Did Stephanie and the girls leave for Mary Lou's birthday party?"

"Yes. I put her overnight bag to the Mercedes' trunk, Ranger."

"What overnight bag?"

"For their two day spa getaway at the 'Beefcakes At Your Service' B&B in Washington's Crossing. Did you try and get over on her again?"

Tank didn't hear anything. "Ranger! Ranger, are you there?"

He heard heavy breathing, "Twenty thousand dollars. That fucking black paddle cost me twenty thousand dollars."

"Ranger!"

"What?"

"Get lots of sleep in Miami, when you get back Lula told me you're going to be a 48 hour continuous sex machine. Take your vitamins and extra protein shakes, you'll need it," Tank was laughing.

"Damn Woman!"

Tank heard a "THUD" and cracking noises. The line went dead.

Bobby and Lester came into his office laughing. Lester told him, "Bombshell must have made Ranger crazy. His cell phone went off the tracking."

"I guess he'll need a new one and a dick after he gets back," Tank laughed, "if he survives 48 hours of continuous baby making."

"Bombshell must be teaching him another lesson," Bobby tried to get out because they all were laughing at The Great Manoso's predicament.