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times with hellish slow precision. ‘I bet you used to fantasize about being spanked.’
    Damn him again - was the bastard psychic, or did he use this line with every new member of staff? Lisa made a mental note to talk to Carmen, Marie-Rose and Jamilla about the doctor’s conversational gambits.
    â€˜I might have done,’ she said cagily, trying to ignore the tingle which spread through her groin following his actions and words.
    â€˜Don’t tell me - and then you forced your desires back because you found out they weren’t politically correct,’ Michael Landers continued. He was right again. Lisa fingered the legs of her olive green shorts. She wished that she was wearing more dignified clothes, that she could find the words and expressions to satisfactorily end this talk.
    â€˜I’m a business woman now. I believe in men and women being equal,’ she said.
    Michael Landers smiled. ‘So do I - equal but different.’ He raised his eyes upwards, obviously searching for the right phrases and emphasis. ‘When a woman agrees to being punished by me she momentarily hands me her power. She has to be powerful in the first place or she’d have nothing to give.’
    â€˜But Jamilla’s a servant, so...’
    â€˜A servant who knows what she wants and how to get it,’ the doctor answered simply. He paused. ‘I assume you watched her being caned through a window or doorway. After the caning, did you stay?’
    â€˜I... yes.’ Lisa felt caught out, at a loss again.
    â€˜Then you’ll know she cried out louder and longer in orgasm than she did when she submitted to her thrashing,’ the English doctor said.
    Lisa took a deep breath. ‘But that doesn’t... I mean, she still wriggled and begged for mercy when the rod fell over her bare bottom.’
    The doctor nodded. ‘Of course she did. It hurt like hell, and she felt ashamed. I would too, if I was bent over a desk and soundly beaten. Deep down though she’s submissive so she got off on it none the less.’
    He paused, then leaned forward again. ‘Did it excite you to watch?’
    â€˜No, I thought it was an assault,’ Lisa lied, remembering the traitorous rush of pleasure to her pubis.
    â€˜You’d react by calling the police if it really was an assault,’ Dr Landers said. He smiled over at her. ‘You’re a woman of honour and of courage. You wouldn’t have stood by if you really believed that domestic violence was taking place.’
    â€˜So I’m honourable yet you still want to spank me?’ Lisa muttered.
    â€˜Very hard indeed.’
    Worse and worse. The twenty-eight year old cleared her suddenly tight clogged throat. ‘And if I don’t agree?’
    â€˜Don’t agree to live by your employers rules whilst you have a live-in job?’ The suited surgeon shook his head. ‘In that case I’ll put you on the next plane back to England and we’ll both forget that this sad little interlude ever took place.’
    Lisa looked round the clean, wholesome and hope-bringing medical room. Then she walked over to the window and stared down at the Cactus Garden with its yellow rock backdrop.
    â€˜I don’t want to leave Malta,’ she wailed. She stiffened as she heard the man approach, felt his strong arms on her shoulders.
    â€˜Then come over to the couch now and accept your first ever spanking,’ he said.
    How much could a palm slap hurt? She’d just force her mind to think of other things. Feeling strangely nerveless and ashamed and just a tiny bit curious, Lisa allowed her employer to guide her towards the couch.
    â€˜Usually I stretch a naughty girl out so that her head hangs down on one side of my knees and her legs are stretched out on the other side,’ he said conversationally. ‘Point is, when the legs are stretched out the thrashing hurts more.’ He looked thoughtfully up at her as he