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weren't you?"
    Dunn nodded, helplessly, then hung his head.
    "Why else would anyone move to Corbin's Bend, John?" Father Henry asked. "Surely you could smell in the air how aroused the penitent was?"
    Frankly, Dunn realized, he had been much too distracted by the noise, and how hard it had made him, even to notice what he smelled.
    "And, not to shock your sensibilities, let me confess that I was extremely aroused myself." For a moment, Dunn's sensibilities were indeed shocked. Was this kindly old British priest actually saying that he had been hard while Jake punished that lovely little bottom? But, wasn't that to be expected here?
    "Let me be direct, John," Father Henry continued. "I suspect you are not a stranger to the world of Dominance and submission. Am I right?"
    Dunn nodded, speechless. This was just about the last sort of conversation he had thought he might ever have with a man of the cloth.
    "Well, neither am I. We can leave it at that, but I'm happy to say that being aroused by punishing a lovely feminine posterior is no sin, according to my interpretation of scripture and tradition."
    "What?" asked Dunn, surprised.
    The priest shook his head. "No."
    "But," retorted Dunn, "surely I had lustful thoughts!" It seemed very odd, but at the same time entirely correct, that he should protest the sinfulness of his mind to a priest who seemed intent on denying it.
    "Did you make a plan to violate that young lady?"
    That brought Dunn up short. "No," he finally said, slowly and thoughtfully.
    "Well," said Father Henry. "Think about that, and see whether in the end you might agree with me." Dunn nodded in agreement that he would think upon it. "John," the priest continued, smiling broadly. "We're all spankos here. The Lord made us this way. Some of us want to spank, others want to be spanked. There's no use denying that it's an erotic thing for most of us. I'm not sure why anyone would move to Corbin's Bend if it weren't that way for him or her, since you can't move here without realizing that a great many of your neighbors are spanking one another in an erotic way, and not–or I suppose, not only–in what you might call a traditional disciplinary way."
    That made Dunn laugh, picturing a traditional Head-of-Household type standing on his front porch, listening to the unmistakable sounds of erotic spankings going on in all his neighbors' homes. The frown deepened on the imagined HoH's face. Perhaps eventually he began to doubt whether, really, he didn't find himself getting a little more aroused than appropriate when administering just chastisement to his wife.
    That church was also the one Sarah Harshaw's parents attended, and though Sarah had not grown up in Corbin's Bend, it seemed she must have grown up in a similar environment. But she was his student.
    The conversation with Father Henry had given him a great deal to think about, and the memory served now, it seemed to him, to anchor him and to galvanize his resolve to see this through, but it couldn't tell him what he really needed to know–no conversation could, he supposed, because what he really needed to know was whether it was wrong to follow his growing desire to try to take Sarah Harshaw in hand. Unfortunately, he already knew the answer, and knowing the answer didn’t make any difference at all. It was wrong, but... but she had, after all, just called him “sir”.
     

Chapter 4
     
    “What do I mean by what, Sarah?” Professor Dunn asked.
    Sarah considered what had just happened, stunned to silence for a long moment. "sir." She had said it: Professor Dunn had told her to call him “sir”, and she had obeyed.
    She could not believe she had said it... and she could not believe how much her body’s erogenous zones had stiffened with excitement at having said it. Her nipples felt taut inside the lacy bra she had chosen to arouse him. Her Sarah-ness moistened in her white lace thong—just at the one word.
    “sir... mmm...” This was awful. Instead of a