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  I lifted my fingers to the door and pressed tentatively. At least the hinges didn’t squeak. I was so wound up I probably would have gone sprinting back to my room if they did. As it was, I entered with my eyes studying the floor.

  “So, you’ve decided?” Just like before, she didn’t even look up from her tablet.

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  “Strip,” she said.

  That was it. No please. She didn’t even use my name. But I did it. I slid my sleepshirt over my head and stood there leaning on my crutches, naked as the day I was born. I shivered, but not from cold.

  I watched Miss Baxter set her tablet on the night stand and maneuver herself so that she was sitting on the edge of her bed, back ramrod straight and, I have to say, looking rather enticing in her silk nightie.

  I chewed my lower lip.

  “Anise,” she said. “In a moment I’m going to ask you to place yourself over my knee and I’m going to spank you. But before I do that, I want you to remember two very important words. Yellow and red. If you think it’s getting too intense and you need to slow down, you can say yellow. If you decide it’s not what you wanted and you’re done, you can say red. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.” Why do I feel like a schoolgirl who just got called to the principal’s office?

  “Do you have any questions, Anise?”

  “Um.” I did notice a distinct difference from what I had envisioned when she first told me of her secret life as a dominatrix. “I…I guess I thought you’d be wearing black leather or something.”

  “I didn’t think it was really necessary.” She was smirking. “After all, you’re the one standing naked while I am still clothed. I think that asserts the roles quite well for our first time, don’t you?”

  I shuddered slightly, again not from cold, but rather from her choice of the words ‘first time’. Did she anticipate this becoming a regular thing? “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  And then as if she read my mind, she said, “Of course there’s always the distinct possibility that you’ll call red and run screaming after the first kiss of my hand.”

  I figured she was just trying to get under my skin with that remark. I decided I would not be giving her that satisfaction, no matter how much it hurt.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  “Lay your lovely body across my knee.”

  I leaned my crutches against the wall and with Miss Baxter’s hand to guide me, found a home across her thigh. It’s a nice thigh, I thought as I felt her nails grazing over the skin of my back, and then finally started making lazy circles over my buttocks.

  I shivered again.

  “I’m going to give you five, Anise.” She said this while continuing the circles that were making me shudder. “If you can make it to five without running away, I will let you enjoy one orgasm from the Aphrodite. No need to ask for permission.”

  I heaved a heavy sigh. Nothing like a little enticement, huh?

  And at that moment, I understood how well Miss Baxter fit her role as dominatrix. I just wondered how well I would fit into mine as the submissive. If I even could.

  “Here we go, my dear.”

  Crack!

  I’m not sure which registered first in my brain, the sound of Miss Baxter’s palm striking my bare skin, or the sting of the blow. But afterward came the heat. And just as I was beginning to enjoy the warm feeling that was spreading through my backside, her hand came down again.

  Crack!

  I grunted. This time she paused to rub circles over my butt, as if trying to smooth things out down there. That made me wonder what it looked like. Were there pink hand prints covering me now? It sure felt like it.

  “Don’t forget yellow and red, my dear.”

  Crack!

  “Ungh.” I muttered that unladylike sound through gritted teeth. “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  Crack!

  She certainly hadn’t slowed down. Of course, I hadn’t said yellow.

  The sting and the heat were pretty much constant, and I imagined that my backside must be glowing bright pink by now. But I wasn’t going to quit. Not with only one more to go. I tensed in anticipation.

  Crack!

  I felt a shudder run the length of me. “Oh my God,” I said.

  “I’m impressed, Anise. I would have laid odds that you’d call it quits by three.” Miss Baxter was rubbing the flat of her hand gently over my stinging buttocks and down the length of my thighs. From the warm tone of her voice, I took her words as a genuine complement.

  “I’m not a quitter.”

  She didn’t say anything, but she leaned forward to hug me—as well as you can hug a person lying across your knee anyway. I could feel her ample chest pressing through the thin fabric of her nightie and into the bare skin of my back. I thought back to my earlier vision of Miss Baxter in leather and smiled just a bit.

  “The Aphrodite is yours when you are ready, my dear.” She pressed the device into my hand and closed my fingers around it.

  “Thank you, Miss Baxter.” As she helped me up from her thigh, I had a naughty thought and my smile grew bigger. “Are you going to watch?”

  “Would you like me to?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  THE END

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