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instant throbbing between her legs. She’d never been paddled before, not for pleasure at least. She’d read about erotic spankings in books, though, watched a few movies that had spanking scenes and she’d listened to him talk about some of the things he’d seen and done in places all over the world. Most of his stories made her blush and pull the covers up over her head, but he knew. He knew somewhere in the dark of night she had fantasies of her own and in those late hours, when she was safely stowed many miles away from him, he’d coax her into confessing her desires. He’d talk to her in that deep voice, rough and raspy from years of smoking, drinking and screaming into a microphone.
    “Really?” She hadn’t known the word was going to come out until passed through her lips. Her mind and her mouth were not on the same wave length, however her mouth and her body seemed to be by the way her breasts swelled and her tummy fluttered and her clit twitched with need. She couldn’t take the word back, the eagerness it conveyed.
    “Yes, Lizzie. Really. I do have one rule for the time we are here.”
    “One rule? There are rules?”
    “Only one. I don’t want to talk about high school friends, I don’t want to talk about family, I don’t want to talk about anything that doesn’t have to do with us together.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because time is short and we can catch up on all that some other time down the road. I want this to just be about us, about learning and discovering us. Do you understand?”
    For some reason, Liz was touched by his statement. She didn’t want to talk about their old friends, or even their new friends. She didn’t want to talk about her neurotic mother or Johnny’s mooching brother. They’d done that a few times in the past and would no doubt do so again, but she agreed with him that this one day should be about them and no one else. “I understand.”
    “Good girl. Don’t keep me waiting much longer. Ten minutes.”
    Johnny disconnected the call and Liz sat staring at her phone again. Ten minutes. What could she do in ten minutes that she hadn’t already done in the last thirty? She could look at herself in the mirror again, but she’d done that more than a dozen times. She already had on the robe, having not yet decided what she should wear down to his room, but he didn’t want her wearing anything except the robe. Her hair? It wouldn’t take much to put it into the ponytail he wanted it in. She’d moisturized her face but hadn’t put makeup on, and well, he didn’t want her to do that either. So, in reality, there wasn’t anything more for her to do in, she looked over at the clock, nine minutes.
    She could contemplate the situation some more, but why? What would be the point in that? She wasn’t going to change her mind. Her fantasy man was down the hall, waiting for her.
    “Down the hall,” she whispered to the empty room.
    She belted her robe and went into the bathroom to put her hair up. In the mirror, she took a good look at herself. She had a few laugh lines and a bit of puffiness under her eyes. She didn’t look great and fresh without makeup, but she didn’t look like death warmed over either. She might not be as tight and toned in some areas, but she was attractive, if understated. And she could do this. She had to do this. Had, need, want. In this instance, they all meant the same thing.
    “You want him, Liz,” she told herself in the mirror. “You’ve always wanted him. Now’s your chance. You want to get naked with that man down the hall who’s waiting for you.” Oh hell yes she did. She took a deep breath, let it out, then dug around in her toiletry bag for the box of condoms she’d purchased before leaving home.
    She’d never had to buy condoms before. Lubed. No lube. Ridged. Smooth. Different sizes. She hoped she got the right size. It was a unique experience for someone like her, but she’d done it, forcing herself not to look away from the