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that she’d allow herself one of those.
    Charlotte had a two-hour break between sessions. Thank goodness they’d arrived before eleven thirty because the line at the counter was now ten deep, seating was scarce, and the noise level had risen to mind-numbing. Servers delivering lunch plates dashed to and fro, tossing down crockery, grabbing up empties.
    “I wouldn’t call it being remiss,” Lola said. She was enjoying the other half of Charlotte’s pastrami. The sandwich was way too much for one person, so they’d shared. That’s what best friends did, divide the fat intake. “You’ve simply had your eyes opened.” She patted her napkin on a wayward dot of mustard at the corner of her mouth.
    Charlotte pointed her finger. “ You opened my eyes.” She lowered her voice in deference to the lunch crowd around them, and for Lola, though the noise level would cover anything, she said, “If you hadn’t gotten naughty with that hunky coach of yours, I would have discounted the whole spanking business. And I’m a psychologist, for God’s sake.”
    “You’re too hard on yourself.”
    Not really. Charlotte was overdramatizing, but she had to admit she’d only considered the negative psychological aspects of BDSM, as in when a client became obsessed with it or used it to act out childhood traumas. There were, however, a lot of fun, sexy aspects that could be incorporated into a healthy love life and used to add variety and spice.
    Lola Cook and her new man were a perfect example. And Charlotte wanted real-world ideas. “So spill, woman. I want details. Everything. What should I do next?”
    But she knew Lola. Her friend wouldn’t spill much. They’d been best friends forever, having attended the same high school, though long before Principal Hutton’s tenure. Despite their friendship, Lola was a much more private person. After a bad divorce in her twenties, this was her first real relationship. She was still feeling her way with Gray Barnett.
    “That’s your problem, Charlotte.”
    Charlotte put a hand to her chest. “Me? A problem?”
    “Yes.” Lola pointed her finger, punctuating. “The best thing is not knowing what he’s going to do next. The surprise. The anticipation.” She leaned forward. “The fact that you’re not the one controlling everything.”
    Charlotte liked to control. But she’d also loved the way Principal Hutton had taken over after she’d suggested she needed a spanking. She closed her eyes briefly, savoring the memory the way she’d savored her pastrami. God, it had been out of this world, over-the-top fabulous. She’d actually had an orgasm. She couldn’t define the physical sensation as pain. His hand made her tingle, his touch tantalized. The tingling had gone on all evening. Lola was right, part of the thrill had been the fact that she hadn’t known what to expect. She’d bent over the desk and put herself in Principal Hutton’s hands. Locked away in the portable classroom with him, she would have let him do anything to her. An-y-thing .
    She focused on Lola’s face. She’d often worn her long black hair pulled into a ponytail, but since this thing with Gray began, she wore it down. Her brown eyes seemed deeper, the way she moved was sexier. Tall and willowy, she was Charlotte’s opposite, and somehow, in the last few months with Gray, Lola had begun to exude sensuality. Men looked, stopped, salivated. She’d become a sexual being. Charlotte didn’t believe that was a bad thing.
    Lola smiled, her gaze sparkling with knowing. “You get what I mean, don’t you?”
    Looking at her friend, Charlotte wanted to experience what Lola had. She wanted to be at her lover’s mercy. She wanted to be tied to a bed for a whole weekend, a man’s sex slave. Lola had revealed that much. Charlotte dreamed about it at night.
    “You’re right,” she agreed. “I’ll let the principal figure it out. But I’ll have to give him some incentive, do something he has to punish me