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today. “I'm sorry.
You're right. I shouldn't be bothering you like this. I don't know
what I was thinking.” I got up to leave.
    “ Sit
down we're not finished.” His tone left no leeway.
    I
sat. After the tone he had taken there was nothing else I could have
done.
    “ I
think you contact me because you know I have the power to make you
behave as you should and I can make you feel good about yourself
again. But you are just too chicken.”
    “ How
would letting someone hit me, make me feel good about myself?” I
demanded.
    “ Because
it wouldn't be hitting but a sound spanking that you thoroughly
deserve.”
    “ No
one deserves to be hit. There is no reason for that kind of abuse.”
I spat my words right back at him. That I didn't say, 'Put that in
you pipe and smoke it' was a sign of the restraint that I was
exercising at the moment.
    He
smiled in a charming way. “Like I said chicken. You come to me as
if I was your priest but I'm not. I'm the guy that lays you over his
knees and spanks you, setting you on the right track again.”
    “ No,
really. This is all very ridiculous. I'm leaving.” I got up, gave
my coffee a longing glance and I headed to the door.
    He
jumped up and lightly grabbed my wrist. He walked us over to the
sofa. “We can take this as slowly as you need. You just have to
tell me your safe word. We will talk about everything that happened
and I will help you feel better about yourself.”
    He
was hypnotizing me with his eyes. He didn't break eye contact as he
sat down on the sofa. “Just come over my lap and we will see where
we go from there.” He gently tugged me down so I was sitting next
to him.
    “ I'm
too afraid for something like this,” I admitted to him. His blue
eyes were holding my brown eyes. I just couldn't look away.
    “ We'll
take it as slow as you need. You are safe with me. Do you believe
that?”
    I
broke eye contact then. I shrugged my shoulders. “Does a person
ever really know someone else?” I sounded so philosophical.
    He
gave me a light laugh and then huge smile. “I feel I know you. You
are a very good person who is striving to became an even better
person. You feel you need a little help with that but at the same
time you are one of those women who wants to do everything all by
themselves or they feel weak. You feel if someone helps you it takes
from your accomplishments.”
    How
did he know that? He had just described me to a tee. All women
probably felt that way, or at least lots of them, I reasoned with
myself. This was just a trick to get what he wanted. “I have to be
going now.” I tried to pull my wrist away from him but he was able
to hold fast, without hurting me.
    “ What's
the point of leaving? You will come back again. Let's get it over
with this time.” He was able to smile at me, look confident, caring
and still look strict all at once. How was he doing that?
    He
was pushing me over his lap. I went as stiff as I could and pressed
upwards so I wouldn't bend. He didn't give up.
    Now
was the time to come clean that I wasn't a fellow sick-o who liked
this sort of thing. I cleared my throat to speak but nothing came
out. I was too scared to speak. The moment I feared was here and I
didn't have any words that could help me. I was already crying but
not because of the things I had done. I was crying because I was
afraid like a little girl who knew there was nothing that would
happen to save me. Please let someone ring the bell and save me.
    He
had me over his lap now. Words surrounded me, but none of them were
of use to me. Words like, live by the sword, die by the sword. And if
you play with fire you will get burned. Yes, that fit better.
    He
knew that I was crying. He was talking very softly. I tried to
concentrate on what he was saying but I just couldn't. I was even
shaking. He had to realize that I wasn't up for something like this.
    “ Shh,
I'm here. I got you. Everything is alright.” He was repeating those
words, trying to calm me down but