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kind of man you want, but Abigail, please be careful.”
    “Shoot,” she sighed. “Maybe you’re right. It’s all so complicated.”
    “Come on, I’ll take you home and you can get changed. You can keep that naughty outfit. When you do meet Mr. Wonderful you’ll have something to wear for him.”
    “Please, Zander, will you do something for me?”
    “That depends, what is it?”
    “I really want to be spanked,” she said shyly. “I really do, but like, not in front of everyone.”
    Zander knew how she felt; she had a hunger that nothing else could satisfy.
    “All right, Abigail, I’ll spank you back at my place. Quite frankly you deserve it and perhaps it will teach you to be more honest.”
    “Thank you,” she smiled, and impetuously hugged him. “You won’t spank me too hard will you?”
    “Of course I will,” he replied, knowing it was what she wanted to hear. “I’ll spank you as hard as I want, for as long as I want.”
    He saw the butterflies fluttering in her eyes, and taking hold of her elbow marched her out to the car. As the limo began gliding through the city streets, Abigail took his hand, turned it over and stared at his palm.
    “Wondering how hot it will be?” he asked.
    “No,” she giggled, looking up at him. “I read palms as a hobby, but the light in here is too dim. I’ll try when we get back to your place.”
    “Not before you’re spanked,” he declared, and heard her sharp intake of breath. “How long has it been?”
    “Two years, maybe a bit more,” she sighed.
    “No wonder you kept me waiting. You need it,” he commented.
    Her attitude and behavior he’d found extremely immature, and he wondered if he was seeing her that way because he was getting older, or if she was young for her age.
    The car finally rolled to a stop in front of his building, the door was opened, and they walked through the lobby and into the elevator. As it ascended to the top floor, she clutched his elbow.
    “I’m kind of scared,” she admitted.
    “Good,” he smiled. “There’d be something wrong if you weren’t.”
    The elevator let them out into the hallway, and he led her to the double doors that opened into his living room. After removing her coat he immediately took her hand and strode through the room, yanking her over his knee as he settled on the arm of his large, sleek, leather couch.
    “Oooooh,” she cried. “So soon?”
    “Shush,” he scolded, pulling her red satin panties up into her crack. “From now on you’ll be upfront with the men you meet,” he decreed, landing his hand with a series of hard swats on her right cheek.
    “Yes!” she wailed. “Yes, I swear.”
    “You’ll be careful about who you meet and where you meet them,” he continued, spanking her left cheek just as hard.
    “Zander, yes, ooooh, that hurts.”
    “That’s the general idea,” he quipped, his unrelenting hand smacking away.
    “Ooooh, no more, please, I’ll be good,” she wailed.
    “Nope, not yet, now be quiet. You asked for a spanking, you deserve a spanking, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
    “Ooooh, Zander,”
    “Keep that up and I’ll get my paddle,” he announced, pausing for just a moment, “then you’ll really have something to complain about, and just for the record, I’m also spanking you for keeping me waiting earlier. You need to be more considerate,” he scolded.
    “S-sorry,” she gasped.
    He waited until she’d caught her breath, then delivered a series of scalding, rapid-fire swats, turning her bottom bright pink, finishing with a flourish on the tender area where her thighs met her cheeks. Finally done, he dropped down on the couch and brought her into his lap for a long hug.
    “Damn,” she panted, “my butt is really stinging.”
    “Of course,” he said tenderly, “you needed it, and I meant what I said. When you’re going to meet a stranger you must call a friend and let them know where you’ll be. Arrange some kind of code, so if