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wearing panties?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he replied, as he slid me off his lap. “Now bend over so I can show you what will happen if I ever catch you wearing panties with a skirt.”
18. Recipient shall be subject to occasional light physical punishment from Candidate. Punishment will be issued with Recipient’s safety in mind and may include, but is not limited to, spanking, whipping, choking, and application of physical restraints. Should such punishment become too much for Recipient to handle, Recipient agrees to use safe words. Recipient will use the safe word “yellow” when punishment should slow down or ease up. Recipient will use the word “red” when punishment should stop immediately.
I bent over the sofa with my feet planted firmly on the floor. He yanked my skirt up, exposing my cheeks. The first two spankings were light and I could feel my lips becoming slick with my juices. The third smack stung quite a bit.
“More?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Later,” he said, as he bent over me and kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. He turned me around so I fell back onto the sofa then he spread my legs and gazed at me hungrily. “Now it’s time to reward you for being such a fast learner.”
     
     

2
The flight landed in Maryland ahead of schedule, which gave me less time than I wanted to fix my hair and makeup after my romp with Chase. The ride to the hotel was awkward. His driver, George, had to take a later flight out of L.A. due to personal issues. We had to take a government-issued motorcade to the hotel, which had to be swept for explosives four times. Inside the car, we had to keep our interactions strictly business.
I kept glancing across the leather seat of the limousine at his perfectly shined shoes, his soft manicured hands, his strong shoulders, and that freshly shaven chiseled face. I wanted to tell him how hot he looked. I wanted him to tell me how beautiful I looked. I never felt more beautiful.
From the stylish haircut and mani-pedi to the expensive designer clothes Chase’s stylist handpicked for me, I looked like a different person. I looked like the person I had always dreamed of becoming since I left Florida to make it in Hollywood. I should be ecstatic, but something felt off and I knew exactly what it was.
Mrs. Katherine Underwood.
Chase’s wife was still his wife and, even if Chase and my old roommate (and the tabloids) claimed they had never been intimate together, I found this hard to believe when I looked at pictures of them kissing on the lips and holding hands. Maybe Chase was just a better actor than I was, but I couldn’t imagine pretending to be in love with someone.
“Katherine will be flying in tomorrow,” Chase said, breaking the silence in the limo and delivering a painful jolt to my heart. “Please set up a reminder to have George pick her up at the airstrip at 10:30.”
I slipped my phone out of my purse and punched in the reminder. “Done.”
He could have told me this in the airplane when there wasn’t a ten-ton elephant named Katherine sitting between us. He probably only mentioned it now to keep up appearances with the stranger driving the car.
The Secret Service agent opened the door for me and I was immediately taken with how handsome he appeared in his crisp suit and dark sunglasses. As I exited the limo, I brushed past him and caught a whiff of his clean aftershave. Maybe I should just give up on Chase and go for someone more in my league, someone not destined to break my heart.
The hotel was one of the newer, more understated and modern hotels in the center of Baltimore. Chase refused to stay in places like the Four Seasons because he didn’t want to be seen as stodgy or pretentious. The sparkle of the glass revolving doors made me dizzy.
As his new assistant, I had to pick up Chase’s room keys, make sure his baggage was delivered to the room, and tip the bellhop very well. All this had to be done while Chase raced to a meeting with the mayor of