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as she
climbs onto the table. But it’s glass. Won’t it break? The
table seems sturdy enough, and it doesn’t even shift as she
concentrates her weight on one part of it.
    He’s done this before, she thinks.
    She crouches on her palms and knees, her
buttocks up in the air. Her shoes jut beyond the table’s edge.
    “Spread your legs wider,” he says from
behind her. “I want to see that pussy.”
    She complies; shifting her knees on the
glass surface as far as the edges of the table would allow her. He
remains standing behind her as the sun sinks beneath the tops of
the buildings and twilight encroaches upon them.
    Oh, but she so badly wants to be touched
down there . Surely he can see the glistening dewdrops of
desire on the mouth of her sex, which is opening and closing like a
hungry anemone?
    She hears the soft swish of his belt being
taken off. She cringes. A little moan escapes her throat.
    He senses her terror.
    “Don’t worry,” he says. “You’re not ready
for the belt. At least, not today.”
    He strides to his desk. He has removed his
pants and he is now in his boxers. She watches his buttocks roll in
the silky material. Oh, but he has such a marvelous back – with
streamlined lats and fantastically sculpted scapulae. He opens the
drawer and takes something out, then he returns to her. The front
of his boxers is tented with his obvious erection.
    A hot flush spreads from her cheeks down to
her breasts.
    He shows the object to her. It is a flat
paddle – made of some sort of flexible wood. It has designs and
cravings upon it of an ethnic variety that she does not
recognize.
    “I bought this from Bali,” he says.
    She licks her lips in trepidation. Her eyes
begin to fill with tears.
    “Please, sir . . . ”
    “Yes?” He pauses.
    “I-I . . . don’t think I can take the pain.”
This comes out in a rush. She has always been afraid of pain, she
who has never been spanked or beaten in her entire life. She’s also
afraid of needles and doctor appointments and anything associated
with bodily pain. Yes, she knows she’s a wuss, but she can’t help
it.
    He smiles, and there’s a glint of something
tender in his eyes.
    There’s a lyrical wistfulness to his voice
as he says, “When I was a child, I didn’t think I could take the
pain either. But then he made me take it, and he made me
what I am today. You will be much improved for it.”
    Tears come to her eyes. If her palms weren’t
involved in balancing her current state, she would have clenched
them.
    He walks to her left side.
    “Are you ready, Susan?”
    The air is electrified with charged
particles. She can almost smell the burnt iron crust of the atoms
between them.
    No, she wants to say, I will never be
ready.
    “Don’t move a muscle,” he cautions her.
    The first blow takes her unawares.
    Twack!
    Oh my God. Her buttocks are running all over
with fire and tears of pain squeeze out of her eyes. It hurts. It
really hurts! She didn’t think that a slender paddle like that
could cause so much pain, but it does.
    Twack!
    She gushes out a cry this time. The tears
spill over to her cheeks. There will be no one to hear her in the
office now – not on this floor. It occurs to her that she can stop
this anytime. Concede a walkover to Leonard Drake. Please, sir,
I yield my contention to Leonard. Make him VP instead, not
me!
    But why should she? Just because she can’t
stand a little pain on her well-fed buttocks?
    Get a hold of yourself, Susan. You’re made
of sterner stuff than this.
    She finds herself clenching her buttocks to
lessen the impact of the blows. He continues to spank her
thoroughly, as though she is a child that must be chastised. The
sharp sounds of the paddle in contact with her rapidly reddening
flesh echo in the otherwise still atmosphere.
    Thuck!
    A sob worms out of her throat.
    Twack!
    Twack!
    She can hear his breathing grow harsher –
not with effort, she’s sure, but desire.
    The hot tears run and run down her