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respect.”
    “Well, all you’re gonna get from me is the bird,” she assured, and flipped him off as she turned heel to properly storm out of the room. And there was a long moment where she didn’t even hear him move; as if he was going to just stand there like always, fuming and annoyed.
    But when he did move, just about the same time as she had approached the door, he moved fast .
    He grabbed her upper arm tightly in his hand before he yanked her over towards an armless chair in his study. She let her shoes dig into the floor until he turned and wrapped an arm tightly across her chest and continued to drag her so that her toes couldn’t even reach the ground at all. Her little feet kicked around violently. “Ashcroft! What—you can’t—you won’t—I won’t—”
    He sat down and threw her over his lap like she was a ragdoll who wasn’t even trying to fight him ; even though she was trying her damnedest to get up onto her feet. It wasn’t working—he crimped her legs underneath one of his own, hampering her kicks, and then put her scratching hands behind her back until she was pinned. “No!” she cried. “You can’t! I’ll bite you!”
    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. This could always get worse,” he replied between gritted teeth. Her lily-white, smooth little bottom squirmed back and forth before he even brought his hand down. The edge of her skirt stopped mid-bottom in this position.
    What was she wearing and why ? He’d never seen anyone dressed so scantily, and in truth he didn’t even believe Moriarty when he was telling him about girls dressing like this! Maybe it wasn’t just in his mind—maybe Charlotte was a damn ed tease.
    SLAP. His first stroke landed square in the middle, and her body went completely rigid when he’d done it, making only a gasp. He forced himself not to let his hand linger across her hot skin and began to spank her sharply and rapidly .
    It seemed like she was determined not to cry or squeal, but those plans went to hell after the first minute. She suddenly began to give a panicked sort of squirm and then gasped in a cry, letting out an, Oooh - h-h ! noise. “Stop! Stop!” she finally said, every word getting louder and louder. “You’re hurting me! Stop it! It HURTS!”
    “It’s supposed to hurt,” he growled, continuing on.
    “Stop it! You’re insane! I’ll tell…. I’ll call…” Her words died out as she seemed to figure out that there was nobody in authority over Ashcroft that she could possibly know of—indeed, the only ones in the universe above him were the collective Wizard’s Circle and God, himself. He could hear her tongue lag as she comprehended how at his mercy she was.
    “I’ll kill you!” she said, and when he spanked harder in response, she gave a sob and said, “You’re killing me !”
    After that her words became more or less nonsensical. Mostly just shrill cries resulting from every flash of pain she encountered from his hand. Once she began to really cry in a more quieted fashion, the spanks slowed down until they came to a complete stop.
    He finally let his hand rest upon her bottom—the heat of her reddened skin could be felt through the thin dark cloth of her panties. She hung wearily over his lap, sniffling and squirming resignedly. “So do I have your attention?”
    For the first time probably since he met her, he knew that he actually did have her undivided attention.

Chapter Two
     
     
    When Charlotte was five, she was in love with Ben Harper; a blonde-haired boy who seemed to lord over the local sandbox. To show him how much she cared for him, she poured sand over his head repeatedly until he was coughing it up and crawled, screaming and crying, to his mother. He never returned to the sandbox again, and by the time they started first grade, it was clear he’d never give her a second chance.
    Her foster parents had decreed that the start of her love-life was ominous, at best. They were very astute, and very