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She felt safe with Mr. Foster. She trusted him.
Would a spanking be so horrible? She suspected it would alleviate the tension between them, and she also suspected it would ease her guilt. His quiet disapproval stung, and she wanted things set right.
Of course, she’d apologized a thousand times, but it wasn’t enough for her, even if it was enough for him.
Hanna swallowed hard and rushed to find Mr. Foster before she lost her nerve.
She had never in her life craved a punishment, nor had she experienced this level of guilt over her behavior before. Yet her desire to be spanked, or whatever punishment Mr. Foster deemed appropriate, was overwhelming. As overwhelming as the walls of the farmhouse that had once suffocated her, prompting her to flee.
She tapped lightly on the door to his office. “Mr. Foster?”
The door flung open almost immediately. He stood, staring down at her, his expression unreadable. “Yes, Hanna?” His deep voice rumbled through her like a physical touch.
“I’d like to speak with you.” Behind him, two large screens glowed on a wide table against the wall. Several books were stacked on an otherwise empty desk against the opposite wall. Sunlight swept across the room through an open window.
“All right. Come in.” He moved aside and she entered his domain.
She took a seat on a chair he pointed at, then folded her hands in her lap and sat as straight as possible. He hovered above her, and his strong presence caused her insides to flutter.
She’d never reacted so strongly to any man before.
It was as if she were about to melt at his feet.
She was warm all over, but especially hot between her thighs, where she tingled and quaked as her anticipation grew.
“What is it, Hanna?” The deep timbre of his voice vibrated through her chest.
“I feel awful for disobeying you yesterday. I can’t stop thinking about it. I-I wish you would… punish me.” She dropped her gaze and concentrated on the floor. “Please.”
He was silent for so long that she feared he hadn’t heard her. But eventually, he spoke.
“Hanna, I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
She lifted her head, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “In the parking lot you said…”
“That I ought to give you a good spanking?”
Her whole body flushed, and she felt increasingly faint. “Yes.”
“Is that really what you want, Hanna? You want me to spank you?”
Gulping past the soreness in her throat, she nodded and felt the heat between her legs flare up again. She watched warily as Ben paced the floor a few times.
Asking for a spanking was humiliating enough, but it would be even worse if he rejected her and sent her out of his office.
Guilt and shame would devour her slowly if that happened.
Finally, he came to a standstill in the center of the room. Her gaze traveled up his jeans, up his broad chest, and to his hard visage. Determination gleamed in his dark eyes. He looked more forbidding than she imagined he could ever appear, even more forbidding than he had in the parking lot as he’d scolded her. Truly, she was glimpsing a new side of him.
A stern side.
But beneath his sternness, he was still Mr. Foster. Her friend. He wouldn’t hurt her. Not really. Not like her daat.
“Very well, Hanna. Stand up.”
She followed his command, rising up on shaky legs as he drew closer until he towered above her, dwarfing her petite form. He placed a hand on her shoulder and peered directly in her face. She fought the desire to back away, as well as the desire to lean into him. To feel his arms around her.
Flustered, she waited for further instruction.
