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the end of the hall,” she said softly.
    It was pink, he noted, with a canopy bed covered in stuffed animals. Perfect. He laid her among them, taking a throw from the end of the chest at the foot of the bed and tucking it around her.
    “I’ll get you when lunch is ready. I want you to sleep and think about what I said, okay, princess?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    “Good.” He flipped off the light switch, and a nightlight in the shape of a moon came on automatically.
    Lance closed the door and went to the kitchen, preparing for the second lesson in her training.

Chapter Five: Never Too Big To Be Little
     
     
    When Tiffany emerged from the fog of sleep, her first thought was that it had all been a dream. But then she’d sat up, and the soreness in her bottom reminded her that the spanking—and the man who’d delivered it—were both very real.
    She could hear him in the kitchen, which meant he was still there, just as he said he would be.
    Tiffany rose from the bed and looked down. She remembered the sensation of his large hand pulling her sweatpants down for the spanking, how overwhelmed she had felt—overwhelmed but not afraid—and it occurred to her that Lance Sawyer was the first man to see her in just her panties since she’d left Nick, since the emotional spiral that had her packing on an additional twenty pounds.
    He’d spanked her so hard. Tiffany closed her eyes as she recalled the relentless spanks, the pain. And… something else. He’d been right in his candid assessment. In addition to the throbbing hurt, there had been another sensation—a rhythmic clenching of her pussy that had both shamed and surprised her. Dr. Coleman would be disappointed at how quickly her body had responded to Lance Sawyer’s dominance. Tiffany’s hands strayed down between her thighs; her panties were still damp.
    She’d not had such carnal feelings since Nick left. She’d sidelined her sexuality, hiding under oversized clothes to make herself invisible. But now here she was with a man she barely knew who insisted on knowing her. And she had to face him.
    “Did you have a good nap, princess?” He was setting the table when she finally summoned the courage to walk into the kitchen.
    “I’ve never slept in the middle of the morning before,” she said. “I didn’t know I even could do that.”
    “Sometimes it takes a good cry to really help with the unwinding. And it helps to have permission to do something you’d ordinarily not do. Has anyone ever given you permission to nap during the day?”
    She thought about this. She’d been on her own since high school, had worked herself through college. When she’d met Nick, she concentrated on taking every job she could to support him while he worked and took night classes to prepare for his promotion.
    “No,” she finally answered.
    “Sleep is important,” Lance said. “There needs to be a good balance between work and rest. It’s vital to find a balance in everything—work, exercise, diet.” He gestured to the food he’d put on the table, all made from ingredients she had on hand.
    “I guess my diet begins today,” she said with a tinny laugh, hugging her arms to her body. “But that’s good since I’ll never get skinny eating ice cream.”
    “Do you think that’s what this is about? Getting skinny?” Lance asked, pulling out a chair. “Well, here’s a newsflash, princess. ‘Skinny’ doesn’t always mean ‘healthy.’”
    “No, but ‘skinny’ does mean socially acceptable,” Tiffany replied.
    “Oh, really? To who?” Lance put his hands on Tiffany’s shoulders as he gently pushed her to sitting in the chair. “Here’s another newsflash. Some men like a woman with curves. I happen to be one of them.”
    With her seated, he took the chair across from her.
    “Don’t you have a gym to run?” she asked.
    “Yes,” Lance said. “But I also have people who can cover for me and I’ve already let them know that I’m taking the morning