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"Because, uh, she'd done something wrong?"

"Do you think breaking into my stateroom could be described as doing something wrong?"

"Yes," she squeaked, trying to control her rising panic.

"Wouldn't you agree you deserve a hot, stinging behind?"

His unwavering stare compelled her to answer

"Uh, yes."

"Yes, what exactly?"

"I, uh, deserve a spanking."

Stepping forward he grabbed her hand, and moving swiftly to the couch, he sat down and yanked her across his lap.

"Stop! What the hell? Let me go, let me go!"

"Do you really want to leave?"

"Of course!"

"Then you can," he said brusquely, though still holding her firmly. "I won't call security and that will be the end of it. Is that what you want, or do you want to be punished for your disgraceful behavior? Do you want a hot, stinging backside like Susan?"

Brittany let out a plaintive cry. She wanted to be spanked by him more than she'd wanted anything in her whole life.

"Do you want me to spank you, Brittany," he pressed, his hand caressing her upturned bottom, "or do you want me to let you go?"

"S-spank me."

"You're sure?"

"Uh, yes," she replied, hating how thin her voice had sounded.

"Then you must ask."

"Ask?"

"I'm waiting."

"Please will you spank me?"

"Please will you spank me, Sir."

"Please will you spank me, Sir," she repeated, her butterflies bursting to life, then softly whimpering, she added, "Oh, God! Is this really happening?"

"It most certainly is," he replied, slowly lifting her dress and peeling down her knickers.

"Please don't spank me hard."

"You're in no position to be making demands."

Though simultaneously horrified and excited, as his soft caress continued she began to breathe a little easier, but when his palm abruptly landed a flurry of peppery smacks she squirmed in protest.

"Ow! Stop! Please! That really hurts!"

"It's supposed to," he growled, not missing a beat. "Behave! Stop that yowling."

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