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wonderfully ludicrous. Just how I like you.”
    Casey dared to look around her shoulder and was relieved to see Rob smiling at her.
    “Would you like me to spank you now?”
    Casey went very coy. “Yes, please.”
    Rob moved back, not to the armchair but the chaise longue, and patted his lap.
    She crawled over to him, leaving behind a trail of knickers as she went. By the time she reached him, five pairs lay like a dot-to-dot line on the hearth place rug. The thong remained wedged in place.
    “Take it off,” he said quietly.
    She slipped the drenched thong off and over her heels and drew up her skirt. Lying carefully over his lap, she rested her head on the chaise and closed her eyes. Strange, she wondered to herself, wearing six pairs of panties was very humiliating, but being spanked hard by the man she was very much falling in love with was much easier to bear.
    “Oh, and Casey, when I’ve finished turning your deliciously-fleshy buttocks crimson red, what will you be doing?”
    “Tidying away my knickers, sir,” she said giggling, which was how the spanking began.
    She loved to be spanked with a hand. Now and again he would caress the marks he was making, and as he brought the palm of his hand down, he talked about good habits. Then as she squirmed and he wrapped a leg over hers, he told her how sexy she looked, bent over with her silly knickers. Each smack jolted against her raised bottom, gifting her a red handprint until she had blushing hot cheeks: face and bottom.
    Throughout Casey giggled and howled, while Rob did the deed with a smug, satisfied smile on his face.

Chapter Four: Managing Expectations
     
     
    Given the size of the house, the garden appeared relatively small. Casey had pointed out the discrepancy to Rob not long after she started working for him. He explained the original garden was too large for his requirements and he had sold a portion of the land off to property developers. Two houses had been built behind the tall trees and wall at the bottom of the garden.
    Even with the shrinkage, the garden needed much care and attention. The flowerbeds were weeded regularly, the lawn trimmed into a carpet, and the shrubs kept at bay with clippers. The reduced garden was maintained and appreciated by Rob from his study window. Casey preferred to sit in the fresh air as much as possible, using the wooden bench underneath the trees. The birds trilled in the branches above her head, and the budding leaves were unfolding with the change of seasons.
    She sat there one Saturday, a few weeks after she had left her apartment and moved in with Rob. Her clothes were now hanging in the walk-in closet, and her Mini car was parked outside on the drive day and night. In a reflective mood, Casey took the opportunity to review her situation.
    When she had lived apart from Rob, she had occasionally stayed the night on an ad hoc basis. An invitation to extend the day to cater for additional lessons. No longer focusing on her role as Rob’s personal assistant, she had taken on a different mantel—his lover, a development that had transpired over a short space of time.
    Those evening lessons had been centred on an entirely different sphere of activity. Stricken by her nervous temperament, Rob had gently tutored Casey. She had discovered there were many facets of erotic pleasures that had passed her by and that her previous, indifferent lovers had not explored or cared to practise. With Rob Casey had become adventurous and had tried to overcome her natural reticence. As in the daytime, there were rules to assist. She had found them humorous at first. To call one’s lover ‘sir’ she had considered a tad ridiculous until he had uttered the first ‘good girl’. Being placed in a particular role had seemed to awaken her secret desires, and she had gradually let his peculiarities sink in and become her own.
    After moving in with him, she had been grateful for Rob’s efforts to make her feel welcome, though she had been