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“Okay, come on, young lady. Let’s go.”
        I hadn’t known what to expect, but I really hadn’t envisioned such an abrupt beginning. As I moved toward Bill from where I’d stood semi-frozen near the door, he reached out and grasped my left arm, tugging me quickly across his knees, steadying me with his other hand around my waist. I felt a little silly initially, staring down at the shag carpet, wondering if the porn-shop smell was coming from the candles on the shelves or some kind of disinfectant in the adjoining bathroom.
        “So you were late today, huh, for your first day of work?” Bill asked.
        “Well, I was out kind of late last night and hadn’t expected it to feel so early this morning when my alarm went off…”
        I decided on the spur of the moment to play along out of curiosity. How can something this contrived possibly turn people on? I wondered, or is it me? Am I a wet blanket? Don’t even the women’s magazines and beer commercials now insist that role-playing is the latest sexy thing? Could I possibly be the squarest person who ever worked in a dungeon?
        Bill lifted my dress, revealing my black thong. Hillary had told me that something “sweet and sort of innocent-looking” would work best for an outer garment, and that thigh-highs, garter belt, and a G-string would be what all the guys were looking for underneath. Bill seemed only to be looking for the best place to bring his hand down. As his right palm landed on the fleshiest part of my right cheek, I gasped in surprise at how little pain I felt.
        “Ouch,” I offered anyway.
        “That’s what happens to young ladies who show up late for their first day of work!” he said, and spanked me again. Promptly switching into the mode Taylor and Samantha had warned me about, he began laying fast-paced, fairly hard swats on me nonstop.
        I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing. I don’t know if the corniness of his smug admonition did it, or if it was the sheer absurdity of someone paying to slap my ass like this. I couldn’t have stayed in character at that point if I’d wanted to. The fact that Bill let my laughing go unremarked endeared him to me a good deal.
        “So, you live around here?” he asked, mid-swat. He paused a second for my answer.
        “No, actually I live a little north of here. What about you?”
        “I live about a half hour from here, near Marina del Rey. I drive up a lot, trying to keep the girls in line for Hillary,” he explained.
        “Do you have any cats or dogs at your house?” I asked, for no particular reason, and made a mental note to chat Bill’s ear off if we ever did a session that actually hurt. Since his spanking method made it hard to hear anything over the repeated sound of his palm meeting my flesh, he was forced to stop anytime he wanted to catch what I was saying.
        “I have a cat,” he said.
        “I have two, and they’re both pretty crazy. Is yours nutty, too?” And that was pretty much it. In between the small talk with harmless, quirky Bill, he spanked me. We talked about whether I would go back to school, if he liked his job, what had made me apply at the dungeon, and our cats.
        Before too long, there was an abrupt sound of loud static and then a woman’s voice could be heard saying “Knock! knock!” This was the house code for “time’s up.” I wasn’t sure yet how the intercom actually worked. Did I have to get up and press a button, or could they hear me if I simply answered back? I stuttered an “Okay” in the direction the voice had come from and removed myself slowly from Bill’s lap.
        “Well, that was just great, young lady. You certainly have a lovely bottom for spanking.” Bill beamed at me.
        “Thank you, and thank you for such a fun first session.”
        I felt a little awkward, not yet knowing the right way to end these things. Was I