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with a surprised expression.
    “What… Why are you here?” she asked, stepping back.
    Rick entered the sitting area of her flat and looked about. The place was a tip. Glasses lying unwashed on the coffee table, textbooks piled on the floor, and screwed-up pieces of paper strewn about the bright orange sofa.
    “What a mess!” he said, ignoring her question. “You’re late. Again.”
    “So, I slept through my alarm. It’s only Chaucer, again,” she said brusquely. “I’ll manage.”
    “Will you?” he snapped. “Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you’ve a test in that subject in two weeks? Do you think you’ll pass? What about that essay? Wasn’t it supposed to be in today?”
    He knew her timetable well and her assignments. She rattled them off in the car, barely hiding her panic when deadlines approached. Leah stared at the mountain of discarded scribbles.
    “I’ll get it done tonight.”
    “I don’t understand you, Leah. Your dad has given you this opportunity to prove yourself and you’re frittering it away.”
    “Please don’t tell him,” blurted out Leah. She walked towards the kitchenette at the back of the flat, put her mug down on the work surface, and turned to face Rick. “I’ve not been good, have I?” she said, biting on her lower lip.
    “No, you haven’t,” he said, joining her, his eyes watching her fingers fiddle with straps on her nightie. The nervous twitches were back, just like they had been in the back of the car weeks ago. “You’ve been inconsiderate, kept me waiting in the car. I’m always here on time, why can’t you show me the same respect? Do you remember what happened last time you forgot how to be well behaved?”
    “You spanked me,” she said softly and her dark eyes opened up wide.
    The sun came out from behind a cloud as she spoke, as if to put the spotlight on her form. Blazing in from the nearby window, the November light had the last bastion of warmth before the winter arrived. The rays shone through the thin fabric, highlighting her slender outline and he couldn’t fail to notice her pert nipples sticking out from underneath, nor could he ignore the fact she was not wearing underwear—the blurred tuft of dark hair stood out at the apex of her thighs. Rick’s loins twitched and he battled to keep his manhood under control and out of sight.
    “Do you think I should spank you again?”
    “If you think so,” she said, dropping her eyes down.
    “I do,” he said simply. “And harder this time.” He crossed to the other side of the kitchen, opened the utensil drawer, and picked out a wooden spoon.
    “A spoon!” she gasped. “That will hurt.”
    “A little more than last time, but then if you want to get up in time in the mornings, it has to be something you’re going to remember.” He slapped it down on his palm and felt it smart. He would have to judge the spanking carefully; scaring her was out of the question.
    Leah turned her back to him and put both hands on the worktop surface. She bent over slightly, pushing her bottom up higher, but keeping it covered by the shimmering nightie. It made no difference to Rick; the globes of her bottom showed clearly, each one a perfectly modelled lobe. She carried no excess, neither was it a skinny behind. The temptation was strong—to stand behind her, press his aching cock between those cheeks and rock hard, in and out until she came. He had to shake himself out of his daydreaming. She was not his to take.
    Rick took up position to one side of Leah. Out of her mouth came tiny pants of trepidation and he waited for her to catch her breath.
    “Just a few with my hand first,” he told her, putting the spoon down. “Ready?”
    “Yes,” she said, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
     
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    His hand landed with a smack. Leah’s feet lurched forward and she toppled down on to the worktop. There she remained; it was easier than holding her body up. Arms scrunched up under belly, legs slightly parted,