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you that you still have to do it, you will do it.”
    “Because you said so?” The crease returned, but now with narrowed eyes. Not quite as adorable, but Wes thought he could get used to it.
    “Yes,” he said firmly. “And if you ask me why I’ve told you to do something, and I simply say Because I said so , you will do that thing.”
    The most important question hung in the air now, palpably, like a moth circling a bare lightbulb. He saw it in Ashley’s eyes, and knew she didn’t think it had to be asked. Consequences in prison were both harsh and, in Wes’ view, entirely unhelpful. Ashley definitely wanted to know what the consequences in Wes’ cabin would be, for failing to respect his judgment, but she clearly felt sure that the answer would simply be that Wes would turn her out of his home. That would be the kind of consequence a prison mindset encouraged: the prison equivalent of throwing Ashley out of his cabin would be isolation, a disciplinary measure that didn’t actually provide any real discipline at all.
    “I also need to tell you,” he said gently, “what will happen if you don’t respect me.”
    The crease in her brow deepened. “You’ll turn me in, right?”
    “No.” Wes shook his head. “I don’t believe in that kind of discipline.”
    Ashley’s eyes went so wide that the crease disappeared completely. “ Discipline ? Who said anything about discipline ?”
    “Actually,” Wes said, “we’ve been talking about discipline this whole time. Discipline is simply teaching someone to respect her boundaries and other people’s boundaries. Turning you in wouldn’t set good boundaries, and it wouldn’t teach you anything.”
    In her eyes Wes could see that, as he had suspected it might, the word discipline had a special, hidden meaning for her. Ashley was indeed thinking of what he meant, but hoping with at least half her heart that she had got it wrong. She shook her head slightly, perhaps unconsciously.
    “In a word, Ashley, I believe in old-fashioned discipline for young women.”
    A startled little noise escaped her, like the tiny yelp of a puppy. The shaking of her head became clearly conscious and more pronounced.
    “I may as well say,” Wes continued, “that for spoiled brats I also believe in returning a girl to younger way of life. You grew up without a firm hand to guide you. To help you learn, you’re going to become a little girl—a little lady—again, here in my house. You will respect me as your daddy, and call me daddy or sir ,the way a well brought up young lady does.”
    Ashley’s mouth hung open again. Could Wes hear that her breathing had quickened slightly?
    “And, Ashley, can you tell me what happens to little ladies who misbehave?”
    Her head had poised mid-shake as Wes delivered the news about the younger way of life, but now it shook violently again.
    “I’m completely sure, young lady, that you do know. You’ve already earned your first consequences for the lying and the disrespect, but I’m sure you don’t want to make it worse by pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
    “Please, no,” she whispered.
    “Call me sir ,” Wesley said sternly. “I won’t make you call me daddy until you’re ready.”
    “Please… sir… no. I can… I mean, like, I’ll do what you tell me. I promise.”
    “I hope you will, honey. But you have to decide right now whether you’re going to agree to my conditions. If you do choose to stay, you’re going to have your first spanking right after you make this decision. I’ll send you into the bedroom to think about it and, if you decide to stay, you’ll get changed for your punishment, then come back out here and I’ll take you over my knee.”
    “Can’t we… I mean, can’t we…” Ashley swallowed hard, clearly fighting for composure. “Can’t we say that I’ll, you know, do what you say from now on, and we can, like, start now?”
    Wes looked back at her levelly. “No.”
    Her face