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Just two days away. That was far sooner than she planned. She'd hoped to have the whole weekend to prepare herself, but then again, maybe it would be better to get it over with quickly.
"Sure, that would be great," she agreed.
"You said in your letter that you like good hearty paddlings, you can count on me to provide that, Melanie." He was already sounding so stern! She shivered again.
"Well then, I'll see you at Tony's office, eight o'clock."
"I'll be there," he answered. His deep voice was almost gruff, but it was pleasant enough. She had no idea what she was getting into, but with Tony there, she felt safe enough to go through with it. Of course, she didn't seem to have much choice, since she was on direct orders from her husband.
Tony was surprisingly brief with her about the arrangement. When she announced the plans to him that night, he nodded, almost as if he was disinterested. Then late on Thursday afternoon, he called her and said he'd be staying at the office until the eight o'clock appointment. She could meet him there.
"Tony, why are you doing this?" Melanie asked.
There was silence on the other end that almost scared her.
"Tony?" she prompted.
"Why don't you figure it out?" he suggested. "I'll see you at eight, and be there on time."
The phone clicked, and Melanie was left in an anxious stew, wondering just what it w
ould be like to have another man spank her bottom. She assumed that it would be bare bottomed, and that made it even more amazing. Still, she couldn't figure why her husband was insisting on this, unless it was simply revenge, and that was hardly like him.
Melanie dressed for the occasion, wearing a black lace garter belt, stockings and a pair of plain black cotton panties. She wore a slip and wool skirt and a sweater that didn't look too demure. She thought her attire was casual and sensuous, hoping both men would appreciate her efforts. In his letter, Glen had talked about her being submissive, and she tried hard to present him with that picture. She knew intuitively that this was what Tony expected of her.
When she arrived at the University, she parked in a spot next to her husband's, and walked toward the familiar building where she could see a light burning in Tony's window. The drapes were drawn, which she was glad to see. It could be quite a sight if they hadn't been closed. The office on the first floor was a good deal higher than the sidewalk, but it was easy to see inside from the street.
The trip up the steps, and down the hallway was one of the longest Melanie had ever taken. She was very glad that they hadn't waited a week to meet, the fear would have probably driven her crazy.
She knocked on the old wood door, and opened it when she heard Tony's "Come in."
To her surprise, Glen was already there, chatting easily with her husband as if they were old friends. Glen looked as if he was in his late thirties. He had short neatly trimmed blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Quite a contrast to her husband, especially when he stood to shake her hand. He towered well over six feet tall.
She gulped.
"I was surprised by your call," he said with a smile. She wondered what he and Tony had been talking about, there seemed to be a lot in their expressions that she couldn't explain. It was rather curious to her that they seemed like fast friends, not two men who had just met. "Tony and I have been talking about you," he informed her.
"Oh?"
Glen sat down, while Melanie remained standing.
"He told me all about your fall from grace."
She offered him a smile, thinking about the turn of his words, fall from grace. Melanie took a seat in a chair opposite both men. Tony was behind his desk, Glen to his left beside him. The arrangement made her feel as if she was on trial.
"Are you ready for this?" Tony asked her.
"Am I ready or willing?" Melanie tried to clarify.
"Willing or not, it's going to happen. And it'll happen if you're ready or not."
"I see."
"Sounds to me, after what Tony has told me, that you really deserve a good going over," Glen interjected. By the sound of his voice, it seemed that Glen was as experienced as his ad claimed.
"Well, I had thought we'd already taken care of that," she said, as she stared directly at her husband.
Tony shook his head, a wicked gleam lighting his eyes, a firm sure expression on his lips. But he didn't speak.
