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though I do gasp in pain. Miraculously, I stay in position.
    Again, he spanks me and I hop up and down but keep my hands in place, making sure to stay bent over.
    Again, the pain exploding on my behind.
    Again, now the pain spreads, through my body.
    Ah! Again! It is filling my chest, my heart.
    More! It is consuming me but I can be strong, I can take it!
    And I’m crying again but I’m no longer ashamed of my tears. I no longer think I’ll screw up and move my hands. I no longer think that I’ve made a mistake in setting up this session. I’m embracing it, living it, certainly not enjoying it but it fills me and is good for me and I’m all right.
    I cry through the rest of the paddling but I don’t move or yell or beg him to stop. When he’s finished, he sets the paddle down on the desk and he pulls me to my feet. My knuckles are white from clutching to the desk with all my might.
    “Rachel, if you want, I can hug you. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He is looking at me with concern and I step forward into his chest and he embraces me. “Shh,” he says, “Good girl. You were so strong.”
    He holds me until my tears stop flowing. Then he guides me to the bathroom, hands me my yoga pants and my underwear, and says, “Clean up and dress yourself. The creme in the blue container will feel good if you want to rub some on your bottom. I’ll be right here when you come out.”
    When I look at myself in the mirror I’m floored. I am a train wreck. My hair is disheveled, my eyes are puffy and red, and my nose is running. I sniffle a little, feeling sorry for myself, and I turn around to see my behind. My entire butt is light pink with long, darker marks from the paddle. I rub it a little and my skin feels hot to the touch. The creme is next to the sink and I tentatively rub a small amount onto my stinging flesh.
    It hurts at first but the relief comes quick and I rub more on. I skip putting on my panties, and tuck them into the pocket of my yoga pants. The pants hurt to pull over my behind and I’m thankful I chose them over jeans.
    I wipe my eyes some more, splash cool water on my face, and fix my ponytail. I don’t look great but I don’t look so terrible. My mascara hasn't run with my tears—it really is waterproof. My eyes are puffy, though, and I’m ready to cry some more. I fight back the tears because I don't want David to see me cry again.
    He’s there when I go back into the discipline room. He’s sitting on the daybed and flashes me his warm smile when I make my appearance.
    “Sit,” he says, patting the bed beside him.
    I shuffle over to him and sit, wincing as my bottom connects with the mattress.
    “Doing OK?” he asks.
    “I think so,” I whisper.
    “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, nor do I need to. If you want to talk, you can feel free. But usually, especially with new clients, I leave at this point. I think it would be good for you to lay down right here for at least a half hour. Do you think you can do that?”
    I nod. That sounds easy compared to what just happened.
    “Good. I’m very impressed with you, Rachel. You took your punishment well.”
    “Really?” I ask him hopefully. I thought I’d been quite the weakling cry-baby, actually.
    “Yeah. You let yourself go.” He gets up and I’m bewildered but I lie down, on my stomach, and pull a pillow from the side of the daybed for my head.
    “I’ll come back in a half hour, but if you’re up and want to leave or talk, I’ll be around. Just call out my name. OK?”
    “OK.” I close my eyes and feel it. Peace. Sleep.
     

~4~
    David
     
    When I leave her I go to the kitchen to catch my breath. I get a soda from the refrigerator and walk outside. Sparky wags his tail but doesn’t bother getting up. That’s fine. I go sit down on the grass beside him, happy for his company.
    I can’t shake the strange feeling that Rachel is special. The way she responded to her spanking was incredible. She is