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she hadn’t brought it up, then maybe he shouldn’t, either.
    Looking at her now, he wondered again if he should apologize for spanking her, but then thought better of it.  Maybe Addison had simply decided to forget about the whole thing.  God, he hoped so.  Putting her over his knee had been the dumbest thing he had ever done, and he promised himself right then and there that he wasn’t going to do it again.
    Relieved that he wouldn’t have to worry about last night’s spanking showing up in the tabloids, Trevor leaned back in his seat and went over his lines.  He was just doing a few pick-up shots for the movie he’d recently finished filming.  They had to do that sometimes, when the sound on the original set was horrible or when something didn’t look as good on film as they thought it would.  When that happened, they would build a lookalike for the original set back on a sound stage, and redo the scene there.  The scene was an easy one, so it should only take an hour, two at the most.  That was good.  He looked forward to getting home and relaxing.  The staff only worked half a day on Wednesdays, which meant that he would have the place to himself.  It had been a while since he’d just spent the day hanging out and doing nothing.  Maybe he would do some laps in the pool.
    When they arrived at the studio, Trevor let Addison step out of the limo first.  As she did so, he found his gaze automatically going to her bottom.  Damn, damn, and double damn.  She had an amazing ass!  Thoughts of her wiggling around on his lap while he spanked her came to mind unbidden, and he let out a groan as he felt his cock go hard inside his jeans.  Down boy, he told himself.  Under no circumstances was he ever going to put his personal assistant over his knee and spank her again.
    Two hours later, however, he was beginning to think that maybe he shouldn’t have made such a silly promise.  If there were ever a girl who needed her bottom warmed again, it was Addison.
    Everything had gone fine at first.  He had introduced Addison to everyone, and then the director’s assistant had shown her around while he and the director went over the details of the shoot with the stunt coordinator and the other actors.  In today’s pick-up shots, Trevor was doing a scene in which he was tied to a chair in a dirty basement while some hired thugs worked him over to extract some secret info.  He had worked with the stunt guys a dozen times before and they knew their business.  They would lay into him with some great looking fake punches.  All he had to do was react to their near misses, spit out the fake blood on cue, and of course, spout the usual manly one-liners.  It was a piece of cake.  Or it would have been if it hadn’t been for Addison.
    She was sitting with the rest of the film crew, off to one side, which would have been okay if she hadn’t forgotten about the whole quiet-on-the-set rule.  When Trevor refused to answer one of the thug’s questions and the stunt guy playing the part drew back his fist and faked a nice blow right across his jaw, Addison must have thought it was real because she gasped and let out a loud, “Oh!”
    “Cut!” the director yelled, then looked around, an annoyed look on his face.  “What the hell was that?”
    Trevor turned his head to look at Addison, as did everyone else.
    She blushed and gave them a sheepish look.  “Sorry,” she said.  “It just looked so real.  It won’t happen again.”
    But it did.  Over and over and over again.  Every time the stunt guys hit him, she either gasped, groaned, squealed, or jumped so high that her chair rattled.  When he finally undid the ropes and broke loose to land a roundhouse kick in the stunt guy’s stomach, she actually cheered like it was the real thing.  Which meant that they had to redo the whole scene over again.
    By the time they had finally finished – five hours later - Trevor was exhausted and his jaw hurt.  A couple