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stroked her.
    "Are you ready for your punishment?" Sebastian asked.
    "Yes sir."
    "Good."
    I wasn't sure what to expect next. It seemed like there should be some kind of preamble, but instead, Sebastian simply whipped the paddle back and brought it crashing down into Hannah's ass.
    "One. Thank you, sir," Hannah said through gritted teeth. He spanked again. "Two. Thank you, sir."
    God, she even has to thank him. That's one thing you'd never catch me doing.
    ...or any of this other stuff either.
    Jesus Sophia.
    Clearly Sebastian was an experienced practitioner. He truly looked in his element now. Every gesture was graceful and precise, and with every stroke, his body flexed and bulged. I hadn't thought it possible, but somehow the situation made him look even more attractive. I felt the unmistakable throb of desire pulsing between my legs.
    A glance at Hannah told me I wasn't the only one enjoying myself. Sebastian was so powerful, and every blow looked more excruciating than the last, but as he settled into his rhythm, the shock on her face gradually melted away, replaced with something I could only describe as a kind of pained ecstasy.
    Watching her take pleasure in being punished was confronting, but also strangely exciting. The dynamic between them was so raw and so intense that I could practically taste it in the air. I shifted uncomfortably, desperately willing my arousal away, but all I succeeded in doing was knocking a suit off the bar behind me. I caught it with an outstretched hand, but the damage had already been done. In an instant the closet door was flung open and I was once again pinned in place by that penetrating gaze.
    Sebastian stared at me for several seconds. I saw him reacting a hundred different ways in my head, but eventually he surprised me by breaking into a laugh. "Well, well, well. Sophia. We did say we might see each other again, but I hadn't expected it to be quite like this." Strangely, he didn't seem surprised, just amused.
    I gazed up at him with gaping eyes, blushing furiously. I didn't know what I could possibly say. The whole situation had gotten way out of hand. I briefly debated trying to talk my way out, but judging by the twinkle in his eye, the time for that had passed.
    So I did the only thing I could think of.
    I ran.
    I leapt out of the cupboard and bolted for the hallway. He probably could have stopped me if he'd wanted — the gap between his leg and the cupboard door wasn't very large — but he didn't move, he just watched me, a curious smile on his face.
    Before I knew it, I was in the corridor, and then the main room. The guests all stared as I tore across the wooden floor, but I ignored them. All I cared about was getting somewhere safe. Every part of me felt frayed, confused, agitated.
    At some point, it occurred to me that I'd left my shoes behind. Just like Cinderella, I thought. Although I'm not sure if the story traditionally contains quite so much masochism.
    For some reason, that thought struck me as perversely funny. I began to laugh as I ran. By the time I broke through into the bar's main room, I was cackling like a street corner drunk.
    I was certain someone would be chasing me, but there were no signs of pursuit. Even the door guard was mysteriously absent.
    "Come on," I panted to my gaping friends as I charged over to them, "we've gotta bail."
    "Wha—"
    "Now!"
    They didn't argue further.
    Thirty seconds later we were half way up the street, giggling with the adrenaline of a successful escape. They didn't even know what we were running from, but the fact that we were running was enough.
    "So," Louisa said, when we finally began slowing down, "what the hell was that? What happened back there?"
    "You're not going to believe me."
    "Try us," Ruth said, looking at me with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.
    And so I told my tale. I described everything as best I could, the grand room, meeting Sebastian, my accidental corporate espionage. The only thing I omitted was