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four times in a row before hitting somewhere else.
    “Ouch! Oh! Please!”
    My legs are kicking now, just a little, making my bottom dance as I try to shake the pain out of me. He is relentless and I think he may have forgotten I’m a beginner. After what feels like ages he pauses for a moment, planting his hand right back on my behind, reminding me that we aren’t done.
    “Comfortable?”
    “No!” I exclaim.
    “Get up.”
    I scramble to my feet, wondering if the hand-spanking portion of the session is over. To my surprise, I think I’m not ready for it to be over. I need more. Why do I need more?!
    He is looking up at me, studying me, trying to read me and I feel shy. I gaze at the ground, at our socked feet. Why is it so strange that he is not wearing shoes?
    “You took that very well, Rachel,” he says. “I want you to go stand in the corner for a few minutes. We’ll give your bottom a chance to recover.”
    I’m sure my face is scarlet and I think he can’t be serious but when I look at his expression, I know he is serious and he wants me, an almost thirty year old woman, to stand in a corner.
    “Now,” he says, pointing to the corner closest to the window. His voice is firm and strict and I find myself obeying without a second thought.
    The corner is lonely. My behind is burning and I pray David isn’t staring at me. I don’t know what he’s doing but he is moving around in the room. Then the door opens and shuts and he’s left me alone.
    While every logical part of me says that I can feel free to turn around and face the room like an adult, I have no urge to move. It’s like my body has become a stone sculpture. A temporary sculpture that will last until he comes and sets me free.
    I touch my bottom tentatively and feel that it is slightly warm from the spanking. But the stinging has, for the most part, gone away.
    Ah, when will he return? I know he won’t forget about me but it’s strange that I’m not in control of when the session will continue. I realize I need that; I want him to decide how to discipline me, I don’t actually want the control at all.
    Though I know I could walk out his door at any time.
    He has been gone for too long and I’m bored. I want him to return, to get on with it. Will the paddling be next? More hand spanks?
    Finally! The door opens and shuts. *Click*
    “Time to continue. Come here, Rachel,” he says.
    I turn and go to him and he sits back down in the chair and yanks me over his lap. I land with an “oomph” and am startled by his forcefulness. What happened to the gentle touch? His hand is back on my behind.
    “Now, tell me why you’re being spanked,” he says.
    I shift on his lap, uncomfortable and nervous and suddenly scared. “Because I’ve become rude and bitchy,” I choke.
    His hand moves up, to the elastic band of my panties, and I moan loudly out of embarrassment.
    “No,” I whisper.
    “You’ve earned this,” he reminds me.
    I squeeze my eyes shut, completely mortified to be bare-assed over David’s lap. He tugs my panties down and leaves them at the top of my thighs, which somehow seems worse than losing them completely.
    “I want you to be strong, Rachel. Take your punishment with grace. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” I whimper.
    “Good.”
    And it begins again, but this time he doesn’t start lightly. He spanks me slowly, each slap firmly stinging my bottom and I squeak and wiggle but try to stay strong. I clamp my legs together tight, not wanting to give him a better view than he already has, and I try not to squirm out of place.
    “Oh! Please, David! It hurts!”
    He pauses. “Is it supposed to feel good?”
    “No,” I moan.
    “Then is it supposed to hurt?”
    “Yes.” I am fighting tears, willing myself not to cry.
    “Do you deserve this?”
    “Yes…” Oh, he is good at this.
    “Ask me to continue, then.”
    His hand is on my ass and he is waiting. I hate this. He was right, I am regretting asking for this. It hurts