“Oh, how are you, my sweet?” she said, moving briskly to his side and planting an affectionate kiss on his cheek as her arms wrapped around his neck.

       He pushed her away. “I’m just fine, brat, now behave yourself and take a seat.”

       “Ooo, you’re a little testy today?” she murmured.

       “I’m always testy,” he commented drolly.

       Christina sashayed her full round butt around the desk and dropped it into the chair Lauren Elliot had recently warmed. The bright-hearted woman had a bounteous body, and a face full of charm, surrounded by a halo of naturally curly ash-blonde hair. There was a gentle radiance about her, though even at nearly thirty years old there was a childish quality to her appearance—and a good deal of sexual tease. Christina was always licking her boldly painted lips, and her droopy eyes often suggested she was ready for sex—which she usually was.

       “So, what’s brought you here today, Christy?”

       “Michael told me to get my bottom paddled.” Michael was her latest lover, nice guy, but he was no match for Christina Gleason-McDonough when she was out of control. Alcohol, spendthrift shopping, wild parties and occasional drug binges were typical obsessions that created messy moments with the men that loved her. Michael, discovering that her ex-husband was still more than willing to discipline the wayward vixen, sent her to him the instant he saw one of her crazes about to hit. The methodology kept their relationship alive for nearly two years—Christina’s longest except for the two and half years she spent with Sean.

       “And why this time?” he asked.

       “Ummmm,” she scrunched up her nose like a little kid. “What if we just forget the reason and you get on with punishing me?”

       “No, you’re going to tell me everything like you usually do.”

       “Well,” she was hedging. This must be a real doosey, Sean thought. She batted her long eyelashes like a cute coquette and pursed her lips into a pout.

       “Christina, you want me to spank it from you before I start the punishment?”

       “Oh, no!”

       He waited, annoyed with the delay.

       She took a deep breath and then suddenly spit it out all at once in the abbreviated version, “I got drunk last night, mad at Michael, left the house, climbed in the car, and was halfway down the street before he finally got me to stop.” She cocked her head waiting for her ex to respond.

       He shook his head disgusted, and as the news settled in, she could see him breathing a little harder with his ire aroused. This ritual repeated itself all too frequently to suit him. Although he had a decided passion for spanking women, his ex-wife was too often a danger to herself and other people.

       “You’re mad, aren’t you?” she said, as she felt his silent anger brew with each second that ticked by. The quiet descending around them was exhilarating, if not a little scary.

       “You know I should throttle you as soon as spank you,” Sean finally retorted.

       Ooo, he was aroused, she was thinking. And she so loved the look of him when she was on the verge of getting spanked.

       “Better yet, you belong in jail.”

       “Oh, it’s not that serious.” She looked alarmed.

       “It’s damn serious, Christina, when you take off in a car drunk. It’s a felony. You could kill yourself or someone else. And you act as if it’s not a big deal.” He rose from his chair, eyes glaring.

       “I wasn’t really going anywhere,” she tried to explain.

       “You were reckless, self-indulgent, stupid and totally thoughtless,” he shot back. He was around the side of his desk in seconds, “Now, get up.”

       The fire in him burned hot, as hotly as it burned in her—though it was of a different sort. She shrunk back in her chair suddenly so scared that she could hardly move. Though, once she did, she moved fast, pulled to her feet with Sean’s swift jerk of her arm. He brusquely flung her over the end of his desk, and raising her short skirt, he began paddling her derriere with the wood school paddle.

       “Ouch! That hurts!” she blared.

       He wasn’t stopping. He peppered her behind until it stung like fire—these first smacks over top of her panties might as well have been on her naked behind they burned so badly.

       “Damn it, Sean! Can’t you let up?” she stamped her feet and wrenched to one side, which only made the paddle strike her nastily on the side of her left ass cheek. “Ouch!”

       Abruptly changing tactics, Sean pulled the brat to her feet. He took a quick swipe at her panties, exposing her pink bottom, then smacked her with the palm of his hand. “Listen to me, Christine, you come to me because you need this, and I’m going to give it to you hard. Don’t tell me you can’t stand it. Don’t bitch and don’t complain. Is that clear?”

       “Yes, sir,” she answered meekly, his message cutting through her complaints like a knife through butter.

       “Now bend over.”

       Christina haltingly obeyed. Her ass was already hot enough for her to enjoy the spreading warmth, but her enjoyment would only be short-lived. Sean had the paddle in his hand again and was drawing back his muscled arm. A good two dozen firm strikes proceeded at a methodical clip. He alternated cheeks and placement making certain that all of her two fleshy orbs were a flaming red by the time he finally finished.

       She was ready to jump up the moment he laid the paddle on the desk, but he pushed her back in place.

       “Today, you’re getting the cane,” he said.

       “No, Sean!” she whined. “I hate the cane.”

       “Yes, I know. Maybe it will make a more lasting impression.”

       She squinted as though she was scared to death, but she didn’t make a move to get away. Watching him, she could see the sheer determination in his expression—he was really mad this time, not just fuming a little over some small err in judgment. As he pulled the dreaded bamboo from his coat closet, she shuddered from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes.

       “Oh, gawd, I hate this,” she lamented.

       “And, I’m really glad,” he said as his eyes widened deviously just to terrorize her more. “Maybe, you’ll get the message this time.” He stepped back behind her, gripped the cane tightly, and whisked the implement through the air letting it land dead center on her hot pink cheeks.

       Thwack!

       “Yikes!” she jumped up and danced for several seconds, then returned to the pose.

       “Stay still!” he ordered, and she clung to the sides of the desk so hard her knuckles went white. She gritted her teeth and waited for the next cut.

       Swoosh! Thwack!

       “Ooooo, nooooooooo.”

       Sean rattled off several more and her cries rose as nasty wails. She shuddered and stamped her feet but remained in place until there were twelve hot searing lines of red emerging on the bright surface of her ass.

       “Now, sit down,” he ordered as he put the cane and paddle away. “On your naked ass,” he added for good measure.

       She obeyed, “Damn, this hurts.”

       “Good. And I hope it hurts for days. You’ve got to grow up, Christina. You’ve got to stop drinking and doing drugs…” he shook his head.

       “I know,” she said with a sad little pout. She started to grin just slightly, staring her ex-husband in the eye, and then said, dreamily, “you ever wonder if we should get back together? I mean we…”

       “No, Christy, that would be a disaster I wouldn’t wish on either one of us. You stick with Michael, and I’ll do the spanking—at least for a while. But, you’re going to have to shape up soon because I’m not going to be around to take care of things much longer.”

       “Oh, why not?” she looked concerned. “You’re not going away again, are you?”

       “In a month, to a South Pacific Island.”

       “And what’s going to happen when I’m naughty?” Her playful grin was charmingly childish.

       “You’re going to behave yourself, or Michael’s going to have to spank you himself. Actually, I think it would do him a world of good and take a load off my mind.”

       “I thought you liked this arrangement?”

       “You’re nearly thirty, Christy. Time you grew up. Get spanked for fun, but quit doing things to get spanked for. Now get out of here before I give you another twelve with the cane. Be sure Michael sees the cuts and him see me before I leave. If he’ll punish you himself while I’m gone, I’ll gladly lend him my cane.”