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filled the room.
    Robin’s yelp of surprise became a wrenching
cry of pain, and she buried her face into the bed, pushing her
mouth against the surface to try to contain it. Chris paid it no
attention. He merely used that belt on her bent-over form, again
and again, each stripe glowing white and then red and then fading
back until he struck her in that same spot once more. She writhed,
and clenched her teeth into a crumpled wedge of sheets, but never
tried to escape him. And when he stopped, and the ringing in her
ears and the pounding in her chest threatened to send her toppling
off the bed, he solved her imbalance by pulling her back and
letting her fall to the floor, her feet still tangled in her own
bedding.
    He began to slide the belt back onto the
loops around his waist.
    “ When you awaken,” he said, his voice
betraying just a hint of breathlessness, “you will only speak when
spoken to.”
    “ Yes, sir,” she managed to whisper.
Her ass glowed with a painful heat.
    “ I have left instructions for you in
the other room. You may get up and remove the blindfold when I have
gone. Do you understand?”
    Robin drew in a deep
breath. No! she wanted to say, no, don’t go! What comes next? Do I have time to
make my arrangements? May I call the auction house? Can I go
home? But
she drew all the questions in and held them tightly, and
concentrated on trust. She had to trust him! “Yes, sir.”
    She felt him pushing the toe of one boot
next to her face, and she twisted to kiss it gently. She felt him
change his posture, felt the nearness of his body as he squatted
down next to her, and shivered when his hand gently stroked her
hair.
    “ Good girl,” he said. “That’s a good
girl.”
    And as the tears came and dampened the
inside of the blindfold, she felt him rise again and leave her.
Minutes later, she heard the outer door close, firmly.
    “ Oh my God,” she whispered out loud,
curling into the blankets as shudders drove their way through her
body. “This is so good. This is so right!”
     
    * * * *
     
    The instructions were precise,
and Robin read them while she ate the bagel and strawberries that
were left on the breakfast tray in the outer room. If Chris Parker
had actually eaten anything, there was no evidence. Not a crumb or
a wrinkled napkin to be found. But then, Robin thought
mischievously , he was so neat and proper, crumbs probably sprang away
from his body and self-destructed. He did leave an empty coffee cup by the
window, though, leaving her to wonder just how long he had been
awake before she stirred. She had to shift in her seat from time to
time, favoring sore spots on her rear, but this only made her
smile.
    The note was written on hotel stationary in
(of course) a steady, refined hand. It read:
     
    You will pack my personal belongings and
deliver them to the address below. I will not expect to be there
until eight o’clock this evening, whereupon you will deliver
yourself and one personal bag. You do not need to pack a
wardrobe.
    In the meantime, you may consider yourself
free to conclude whatever affairs necessary to facilitate your exit
from your current life. You will of course conduct yourself with
utter discretion concerning your future plans.
    Parker
     
    It was nine o’clock in the morning. The
address on the bottom of the page was on the Upper West Side, in
the low 100s, and there were two keys on a silver ring in the
envelope. Robin thought for a little while, lingered over her own
coffee (it was good, as she had guessed earlier), and then got up
and got to work.
    There wasn’t a lot to pack. Chris had left
one change of clothing and his suit jacket and several ties. There
were no personal items in the bathroom. In the closet, she found a
garment bag. He had already checked out, via the computerized
system in the room, so after she showered and dressed, she picked
up the bag and left. She couldn’t resist looking at her rear in the
mirror. It was still blushing slightly red, and