“What are you- “ She could feel the sweater being lifted over the curve of her ass, pooling warmly around her lower back and her heart quickened. The swift smack didn’t sting much more than her pride but the one that followed triggered something in her that she had never felt before.

She was humiliated, to be sure. Eternally grateful for the fact that they were alone here in this room. More still than that, she had heat pooling between

her legs and a desire unfurling in her stomach that nobody she had ever played around with before had managed to trigger in her. Mr. Edlund’s grip on her wrist...