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could even function at all with the thought of having her bottom bared in Mark’s room, in a very little while.
    “Well,” Mark said. “John says that actually more often wives decide they would like a firm hand, but their husbands don’t have the inclination to help them that way.”
    “Help them? Are you kidding?” Sally had been looking into the room, focusing, oddly enough, on the Constitution. “Insure domestic tranquility.” Now she turned her face to look up at Mark, a head taller than she. Why was that so sexy—that he was taller? The guy she’d been kind of boyfriend/girlfriend with the previous year, her senior year in high school, had been only a tiny bit taller than Sally. She hadn’t minded that, but to have the arm of a tall, handsome man around her shoulders somehow seemed so much nicer.
    This was where sexism came from, of course, but also, it appeared, where part of Sally’s emotional makeup lived. White wedding dresses and tall handsome men.
    And spanking, it appeared. She felt her chin quivering.
    Mark said gently, “Let’s go in and keep talking, okay? I promise I’m not going to force you to take this spanking.”
    Something about the way he put it seemed strange. Then she understood. “ This spanking. But another one, in the future, you might force me to take?”
    Mark gave a little sigh through his nostrils. “If you come in, I’ll explain.”
    Sally stepped resolutely through the door and went to sit in his desk chair, wondering if he would sit there to spank her, over his knee, or whether he would sit on the low bed and have her lie over his lap. Or would she have to lie on her tummy on the bed? Or bend over the chair?
    Why was her brain doing this to her? Flashing all these images of herself, her panties down, getting ready for spanking, getting spanked?
    She sat, still in her green duffel coat, and grasped the arms of the chair tightly. She didn’t plan to move into any sort of position for spanking until she felt… what? Conversely, if she was thinking about it not happening until something else happened, she realized that she did plan to move into a position for spanking if Mark… what?
    He took off his pea coat and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. She watched him sit on his bed, only a foot away. He put his hands on his jean-covered knees and looked at her intently.
    “First,” he said, “may I close the door?”
    Sally blushed. So many guys, she was sure, would simply have closed the door. Mark was a gentleman—there was no doubt about that.
    A gentleman spanker, a voice in her mind hissed.
    “Yes,” Sally said softly.
    Mark rose, went to the door, and shut it. Then he returned and took up the same position he had held before, with the same intent look into her eyes.
    “You asked if I would force you to accept a spanking.”
    Sally nodded.
    “The answer is Yes.”
    Sally felt her eyes widen.
    “I think it’s important that when we commit to one another—whether we’re headed for marriage or not—you commit to accepting my decisions, as I commit to taking care of you. If I think you need to be punished, after tonight, I’m going to punish you whether you like it or not. I believe that you need to know that I’m not going to let you get away with things like foul language—or letting your grades go, or any of the stuff that can happen when you’re away from home for the first time. This first spanking is different because it’s the first, but after this, we’ll have a kind of unwritten contract, and I’m going to make you abide by it.”
    “And if I break up with you?”
    “If you break up with me because I tell you I’m going to punish you, I’m still going to punish you.”
    “No—that’s not fair!”
    “It may not be fair, but I believe that it’s what’s right. After I punish you, in that case, we can go our separate ways.”
    “And if I break up with you without you telling me you’re going to spank me?”
    Mark gave her a puzzled