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moved the spanks lower, targeting the tender, full under curve of her generous—and very shapely—bottom. Soon she was pleading, her adorably girlish voice forcing Lance to remind himself again that this was about correction. Her delightfully childlike pleas, the way she moved on his lap, tested his resolve to keep his mind on the task at hand. Tiffany Barlow was unbelievably sweet, and when she burst into tears, he felt the urge to protect her—to keep her safe—well up in him like a primal spring.
    “Ow! Ow! Ow!” She was sobbing now, her pretty face contorted in an open-mouth, infantile wail as he worked his hand lower, spanking the tops of her thighs. It was only after she went limp over his lap that he stopped. Lance let Tiffany cry for a few moments before lifting her from his lap. When her hands immediately moved to rub her burning bottom, he grasped her wrists, holding them fast as he stared up at her.
    “Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, gently pulling the sweatpants up over her punished bottom. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he used it to mop the wetness from her splotchy face, and waited patiently her final sobs to subside.
    “Look at me, Tiffany. Or do you need to go over my knee again?”
    She finally met his gaze.
    “Good girl,” he said quietly. “Now, I need you to listen. Are you listening?”
    She nodded, eyes innocent and wide and a little scared.
    Lance wanted to hug her, but he knew now was not the time. At this moment, he needed her to pay attention.
    “We’re going to get a few things straight,” he said. “Understand?”
    She nodded between soft little hiccoughing sobs.
    “First of all, whoever made you think that you’re not worthy of sincere compliments—that person is in your past now,” he said. “Do you understand? He’s dead to you.”
    Tiffany nodded numbly.
    “Good girl,” he said again. “Second of all: you running away whenever you feel afraid or out of control, that’s over, too. From now on, if you feel afraid, you don’t run away. You come to me for protection. Understand?”
    “I don’t know!” It was the first time she’d spoken since the spanking and the words came out in a sob. “How can I feel safe with a woman-beating sadist?”
    “I didn’t beat you,” he said quietly. “I’d never beat a woman. I did spank you, because I see nothing wrong with spanking a woman, especially not if she needs it. What’s more, I’d be willing to bet your body responds to correction. I’d be willing to bet anything that if I felt between your legs right now, I’d find you wet.”
    He continued as she flushed deeply. “But I’m not going to do that—not now—because I’m not about to confuse you this early in the training. What I will tell you, however, is that your reaction to being spanked or controlled is nothing to be ashamed of, either. It’s as natural for you to be aroused from being spanked as it is for me to be aroused by spanking you.”
    “So this is sexual to you?” she asked, finally raising tentative eyes to his.
    “If you’re asking if my sexuality is tied to my dominance, the answer is yes,” he replied. “But if you’re asking me if I’m going to fuck you now, the answer is no. But it’s not because I don’t want to. Right now I’m doing just as I promised—giving you the guidance you need. For the next three months, you’re going to be my little princess. You’re going to do what I say, when I say it. This was your first lesson.”
    He mopped her face once more.
    “So,” he said. “Do you want me to go? Because if you’re committed to what I’m offering, I’m going to put you down for a nap and when you wake up, I’ll have a nice lunch fixed for both of us. What do you say?”
    He held his breath. This was the make or break moment for both of them.
    “Okay,” she said. The word was barely audible. So sweet.
    Lance knew she was surprised when he picked her up.
    “Which way is your bedroom, princess?”
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