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lots of cluttered offices and missed appointments. They get into their research and forget their wives’ birthdays. You never forget anything.” She inched closer.
    “I try not to. Never is a long time. But I had an orderly upbringing. Mom was always there, and Dad had clear rules. Life shouldn’t be complicated if we cut through the denial crap and do the work,” he said.
    “And kink is your fun?” she asked.
    “It’s fun, stress relief, my rebellion and my rush. My father told me never to hit a girl under any circumstance.”
    “If he only knew.” She blushed.
    “I’ve never hit a woman in anger. I’d never harm anyone.” He caressed her cheek. “Only for their pleasure. You love it.”
    “I do. It is my stress relief. I love how cathartic it is.” She leaned over and kissed him. “I need another dose, please.”
    “You trust me?” he asked.
    “Of course I do. I was shocked you’re a dom. I didn’t see that coming any more than you picked me out as a sub. Whoever matched things up is impressive. I should bake them some cookies. Sweets are my specialty.” She glanced over at the cake on the counter.
    “Maybe later. We are lucky someone saw the truth. You do need attention.” He watched her body language.
    “I love it. You’re teasing me.” She played footsie more firmly.
    “If your mom was sick when you were a teenager, you probably missed out on a lot of the attention teens get.” He wanted to draw out more information.
    She shook her head. “I don’t resent anything. Things happen. My mother took good care of me. She kept me safe and cared for me. Maybe she couldn’t do everything she wanted all the time, but that’s true of a million people in a million different situations.”
    “We’re talking about you,” he said.
    “I don’t want to talk anymore. I want you to make my brain shut down, so I just feel the fun. We’re not here to open old wounds.” She pointed to the bed in the one-room loft apartment.
    He wanted her to share but couldn’t force it. One day she’d trust him enough to come out with it all. She hadn’t said a word about a father or siblings. “When you’re ready and trust me enough, you’ll tell me.”
    “So are you going to boss me around or do I have to act up to be punished?” She drummed her fingers on the old table.
    “No. Get naked now. Bend over the table.” He didn’t move a muscle and watched her strip. It wasn’t a big naughty production but a slow and teasing display. She folded all her clothing up neatly and left her bra for last. Finally naked, she knelt between his legs.
    “Stand up and bend over the table.” He stood up and started rifling through her drawers.
    “Can I help you find something?” she asked.
    “Stay right there.” He found a thin wooden cutting board that mimicked a paddle very nicely. He could do okay with wooden spoons or a spatula, but if she wanted to be red, this was more efficient. A few practice smacks on his own hand told him how to use it on her.
    “I don’t have rope or chains, but there are some scarves,” she suggested.
    “Nope, you need to control yourself.” He put a hand on the small of her back and admired her curves. Swinging the cutting board, he watched her flinch. Her moans made him hard quickly, but he methodically paddled her ass so every spot would end up red.
    “Sir, oh my God!” she moaned.
    He paused and let her catch her breath. “Did you come from a spanking?”
    “No, not really. I just couldn’t.” She let go of the edge of the table and covered her face. “Don’t stop.”
    “You wanted to be red. Maybe you exaggerated? Use your safe word if you want me to stop. I won’t want you more for lying to me.” He caressed her rear.
    She hissed and gasped. “I’m not lying. I like it.”
    “You’re good and pink now. It’ll redden up.” He kissed her sore bottom.
    “Please don’t stop. I need a little more.” She gripped the table.
    He massaged her back and felt the