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If you need things to stop for any reason, your word is ‘red.’ When I hear that, no matter what is happening, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I said while lowering my eyes.
    “Are you thinking of Whitney right now?” he asked.
    “Yes, Sir,” I answered.
    “And what are you thinking about that involves her?”
    I bit my lower lip, a habit I had formed when I didn’t want to speak.
    “I’m wondering how you treated her…”
    Eric lifted one brow.
    “…Sir.”
    He stood and walked away from my sight. The lights dimmed all of a sudden, and then I felt Eric return, crouching behind me. Softly, he touched me from behind, letting his hand linger on my exposed backside. He started to rub my skin, and I felt myself relax.
    “Perhaps Whitney likes what I do to her. Did you ever think of that?”
    “Obviously I have.”
    Smack!
    His hand slapped my ass hard, causing me to yelp and stumble slightly forward. I corrected my stance and turned to look over my shoulder at him. Eric was watching me, testing me to see if I would break.
    “You won’t be warned again, Alexandra. Behave.”
    I looked away and shut my eyes.
    Don’t be a smartass.
    “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    He leaned over me and brushed my hair off my shoulder. Eric kissed my shoulder and it caused a shudder.
    He spanked me again, harder this time, and squeezed my skin. The pain shot through me and I tried to hold back my groan.
    “Now,” he began once more after straightening his posture, “you told me yesterday you wanted what Whitney has. Is that correct?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Have you really thought about what you are asking for?”
    “Yes, I have, Sir.”
    He trailed his fingers trailed down slowly, brushing only slightly against my folds and then back up. He paused to play with my clit, but once he heard me moan, his fingers were gone.
    My skirt was lifted higher over my hips, and Eric ran both his hands down my sides.
    “Spread your legs.”
    I pulled my knees further apart and he dragged his finger down my center.
    “You look absolutely perfect this way,” I heard him whisper. I relaxed more, knowing I was doing exactly what he wanted.
    “But I still think you need to learn a little more respect, Alexandra.”
    Another hard smack against my ass and I ground my teeth. I didn’t think humiliating could even begin to describe how I was feeling having my gynecologist spanking me in the middle of his living room. The slaps continued. Two, sometimes three in a row, with just a few seconds in between to let me attempt to gather myself back together.
    It wasn’t until about the fourteenth spank that I started to feel my strength slipping from my body, and the tears beginning to form in my eyes. Eric’s hand was large, and the slap it made wasn’t erotic at all.
    “Pleasure from this will come to you in time. And soon, you’ll be begging me to spank you, Miss Hayes,” he said with a growl.
    His spankings grew rougher, and I was slowly starting to break down from the pain. I cried out and started to sob, begging him stop.
    “You can handle more.”
    “No. No, please, I can’t. Stop!”
    He wasn’t listening.
    “You can do better, Alexandra.”
    I didn’t respond, only cried harder.
    “Do you like this?” he said with a hard hit of his palm.
    Furiously, I shook my head.
    “No?”
    Smack.
    “You will.”
    Eric was relentless and didn’t stop spanking me until after another dozen slaps. I wasn’t sure exactly how much time he spent spanking me, but it felt like forever.
    His hand slammed down on me once more and then stopped. The feeling of his flesh on mine made it even harder to endure, and for a moment I wished he would continue spanking me since it had felt better than just his hand resting on my ass.
    “Good girl,” he purred. He kissed my thigh and then began massaging my burning skin. The touch of his fingers slowly began to relax me, and my heart stopped pounding.
    “Stand up.”
    I struggled to move, but in a