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girl who understands that she’s going to get a hot bottom when she needs one—not like the girl I left here this morning. Am I right about that?”
    “Yes, sir,” Charity whispered.
    “Alright,” Ryan replied, nodding. “Let’s say for the moment that I’m rescinding my resignation.”
    “Really?” Charity asked eagerly.
    “Yes. But there’s going to be a lot more to it than spanking, now that we’ve got some new realities about your work in sight.”
    “What?” Ryan could hear Charity’s back scraping against the wall, metaphorically, in the harsh note in her voice.
    “I’m going to make some real rules for you, and we’re going to get your life in order.”
    The sour expression almost broke out on Charity’s face again, but she stopped it just in time and nodded resignedly. “Okay. It’s not like I don’t know I need some… I mean, self- discipline.”
    “You were right the first time, when you almost said just ‘discipline,’ honey. You need it, and I mean to give it to you. That’s how we’ll build your self- discipline up.”
    “So, rules like what?” Charity asked with a note of challenge, apparently in the face of Ryan saying flat out that he planned to discipline her.
    “Like eating right, and cleaning up after yourself. Not drinking too much. Not staying up too late working. Letting your phone go to voicemail so that you’re not at its beck and call.”
    The last part didn’t sit as easily as the first few had, but Charity twisted her mouth and nodded. “Okay. No barefoot in the kitchen stuff?”
    Ryan chuckled. “No, that’s just not you, honey. I’ll cook for you sometimes, if you want, or we can get real, freshly made food from the grocery store. Maybe you’ll even decide you want to learn to cook, when you feel how relaxing it can be.”
    “Do you cook for your girlfriends?” Charity looked as if she wasn’t sure why she had asked the question. She seemed to have blurted it out, and it made Ryan feel like the other part of the whole business—the attraction—was affecting her, too.
    “Only ever had one real girlfriend, and she did most of the cooking.”
    “Did you spank her?” Now that Charity had broached the subject, she didn’t seem able to stop herself.
    “Yes,” Ryan admitted. “She liked it—it was mostly play, for us.”
    “Play.” Charity said the word musingly; not to challenge the idea, but as if it lined up with something she had already thought.
    “But,” Ryan continued. “I need to make sure you understand that from this point on, it’s going to be discipline for you. I don’t want us not to understand each other completely, so I’m going to spank you right now, and if you really do want me to rescind my resignation permanently, you’re going to accept it like a good girl. I should warn you that I plan to spank you in a way that you’re going to find very embarrassing.”
    “What way?” Charity whispered.
    “You’re going to take off all your clothes, and get over my lap for a hand-spanking. Then you’re going to lie on your bed for a belt-whipping.”

Chapter Five
     
     
    Charity felt fear rise in her tummy. She definitely wanted Ryan to stay, and she needed him to stay. She hadn’t even been terribly dismayed, once she had calmed down from the anger of the morning, about the prospect of an occasional spanking. But to be naked in front of him? And to get whipped with his belt?
    “Please, no, Ryan,” she pleaded. “Just… just over your lap, please. I’ll do it, and I’ll be… I’ll be a good girl.”
    It was so strange to hear herself saying that, but Charity realized at the same time that it had a rightness, too, that she never would have guessed at before she met Ryan Bedford. Former Navy SEAL Ryan Bedford, who towered over her and made her feel small. How could she ever have known that she liked feeling small?
    Indeed, she didn’t think she had liked it until she had told him that she wanted him to stay if he