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a good, solid spanking. That, I promise.”
    “You wouldn't dare!” Regan was aghast. He prevented her from pulling away.
    “I certainly would. In fact, my darling, I am looking forward to it. Aren't you?”
    “I certainly am not! I'm not one of those… those masochists !”
    “Then why do you write about it? Every one of your books is a spanking fantasy of yours, isn't it, Regan? Just as they are your sexual fantasies. Why is it so difficult to admit to it? Is that why you are alone in life? Because you are afraid to ask someone for what you desire the most?”
    “You are a total fruit cake! I write what sells and…”
    “I will let you go only when you start begging, Regan. Begging for what you desire most… for what your heart and body yearns for. And when you do, I will give it to you, and leave you wanting more.”
    “You sick bastard.”
    “Tsk, tsk… I tried to warn you,” his voice was patient but filled with disappointment. He snatched her bound wrists and, in one fell swoop, had her across those long, broad, and incredibly muscular thighs. Regan shouted her protest as he pressed his hand into the center of her back.
    “These will have to go. I doubt I will accomplish much with your sweats guarding your behind,” he announced, hooking his finger under the waist band and shimmying the pants over her hips and past her thighs.
    Regan squealed, kicking to escape, though she knew she had no hope to prevent this assault upon her person.
    “Have you ever been spanked before, Regan?” he asked, his large, warm hand resting tenderly upon her panty-clad backside.
    “No! Please don't!” Regan pleaded, shocked to discover that she felt momentary concern that she was wearing granny panties, and then relieved to recall that she had changed earlier to her cheekies. None of which hid the tell-tale dimples of her aging body or her sedentary lifestyle. He patted her bottom, enjoying the jiggling of the ample flesh below his hand… a hand large enough to cover the expanse of flesh she offered.
    “Well, then, we will consider this a first.”
    Regan held her breath, listening for the whoosh of his palm before it landed squarely in the center of her wriggling bottom. She yelped, surprised… A second swat followed, eliciting a loud “ Owe! ” from her lips. Her bottom stung wildly from just the two, yet, Regan felt an unfamiliar warmth creep up to the center of her thighs.
    “Now, my sweet, we are going to work on you being a good girl for Master Jay, aren't we?” he asked, his hand kneading the soft, tingling flesh below it. When Regan did not immediately answer, he sighed, adjusting his legs so that her bottom was raised higher in the air. CRACK! The sound of his hand contacting her exposed bottom left cheek reverberated through the room.
    A howl escaped Regan and, before she could stop, another CRACK resounded. She wailed as he lowered her panties, slowly and precisely, to rest under her bulging globes.
    “Beautiful,” he sighed, grazing the blotchy flesh with his fingers. “Now let's see how red we can make you.”
    CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He hand fell in tempo over the exposed skin, leaving etchings of his fingertips that went quickly from white to crimson. Regan began to cough, trying desperately not to give into tears. He paused, allowing her a moment to breathe.
    “Are you alright?” he asked.
    “NO! You are hurting me! Please, let me go…” she choked out, the tears leaking out from her eyes and wetting her blindfold.
    “Have you learned your lesson about talking back?”
    “Yes! Owww!”
    “Answer correctly and politely, Regan. The way your submissives do in your books.”
    “Oh, my God…Ow! Oooow! Yes, Sir! Please…”
    He paused again, resting his hand on her scalding rump. “No more smart remarks?”
    “No, Sir,” Regan sniffed.
    “That's my good girl,” he praised, pulling her panties and sweats up to cover her bottom.
    Regan found herself flushing with pleasure at his words. What