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too much, stings too badly.
    And I realize the worst part of all is that it is hurting my soul. I begin to cry.
    “Please continue, David,” I sniffle.
    He doesn’t respond in words, only in more spanks. I’m crying hard, trying to get myself to calm down, but it is all so much to take. My wiggling has caused my panties to crawl down my legs and I feel them hanging off one of my ankles. I briefly think of how silly I must look but with the weight of the pain and my actions on my shoulders, I stop caring about modesty at all. I let the pain consume me and I can feel it start to heal me. I'm no longer struggling.
    The spanking has slowed, but he is still striking me hard. Over and over, again and again. I’m beside myself with emotions that I’ve never felt before and I cannot process what is happening but I just let it happen. I give myself over to this punishment.
    When he stops I am totally relaxed, sniffling softly and my sobs have turned into simple and gentle tears. David pulls me up to my feet and I’m wobbly but I steady myself. I know I’m naked from the waist down and I cover my sex with my hands. I can’t look at him, I’m too embarrassed. Does he have other clients who act like such babies? Am I normal or am I an anomaly?
    “You did well, Rachel,” he says. His voice is soft. He is back to being gentle. “You just have a little more to go, all right?”
    I nod. I’m still too embarrassed to look at him. He takes my hand and leads me over to the enormous desk. It has a few papers on it but I suspect it is rarely used for working. He goes to the other side, opens a drawer, and from it he produces a small wooden paddle. I look at it, then finally bring myself to look at him because I’m afraid.
    “Do you have to?” I whisper. I sound small, like a child. I feel like a child—like David is my uncle or some strict adult setting me in line. Putting me in my place.
    He nods.
    I nod back and take a deep breath. My bottom is on fire but I remind myself that he is a professional. He will not damage me.
    He will, however, hurt me.
    “Bend over and put your hands on the desk, Rachel,” he says as he moves to stand by my side.
    I do as he says. He presses the paddle against the front of my thighs, urging me to move back from the desk so that my body naturally bends farther over. Then he is behind me, and I’m staring straight forward at the wall which has a small painting of a forest and I wonder why he bought that painting. Maybe it was a gift.
    The paddle is against my bottom and I tense up, very aware that this will not be pleasant.
    “Try to hold your position,” he says. “If you can be good and stay still, you will get ten spanks. Do you understand, Rachel?”
    “Yes,” I say quietly. I’m so scared and I have no idea how much this will hurt. Will he be gentle? Will he have mercy on me?
    The first crack against my backside fills the room with the ominous sound of wood hitting skin a split second later I feel the most intense pain I've ever felt.
    “Ah!” I cry. I jolt upright, clutch my behind, and whirl around to look at my tormentor. “That fucking hurt!”
    He raises his eyebrows and clicks his tongue. “We start over, then. Ten spanks left to go.”
    “Please, David, it is too much,” I plead.
    “No, it’s not.” He sets the paddle down on the desk, takes my shoulders in his hands and forces me to face him. “What did you come here for?”
    “Discipline,” I say.
    “And what am I giving you?”
    “It hurts, David!”
    He frowns. “Fifteen, then.”
    “David!”
    “Do not test me, Rachel. Turn yourself back around, bend over, and stay still. Got it?”
    God, when he uses his stern voice I’d probably do anything for him. I’m meek and feel silly and I turn back to the desk, bending over obediently.
    “Try to stay still,” he reminds me.
    “I will,” I promise.
    The second stroke of the paddle, and the first one that will count, consumes me. I do not even utter one word,