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only other alternative.
    “I’m telling you, you’re going to be in more danger of screwing it up after you spank her the first time than you’ll probably realize for a very long time. It’s going to be much too easy to give in and try to push it—and Sally probably won’t resist. It’s also going to be much too easy just to push her away and not give her the aftercare she deserves especially after a first spanking. All I’m saying is be careful—and keep it in your pants if you want a future with her.”
    Mark looked up from his coffee at the urgency of John’s tone as the older man uttered the final sentence. He took a deep breath. “I think I understand,” he said.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Sally felt her panties coming down, and wondered how the thing could actually be happening to her. Loving discipline: did that mean that Mark Weaver loved her? A warmth seemed to spread through her body at the thought. Mark was pulling down her panties because he loved her.
    What a strange way for a girl to have her panties taken down by a man for the first time. Sally supposed she had imagined, very vaguely, what this kind of thing meant: nudity, and body parts, and feelings that friends said they liked, and her mom told her regularly and embarrassingly were completely natural.
    Her mom told her that without, as far as Sally could tell, the slightest provocation. Sally would mention that she had seen this or that boy at the grocery store at home, and her mother would say, “You know it’s perfectly okay to want to have sex with him. Our sexual scripts don’t have to be from the 1900s, let alone the 1800s. Girls have exactly the same needs as boys. Just make sure you always use protection.”
    What century was the loving discipline script from, then? The 1st century BC? And was it even a sexual script at all?
    Oh, God. Mark could see her bare bottom. The back of her cute polka-dot panties was down at the top of her thighs. Thank God he hadn’t pulled down the front, too, though the thought, Sally had to admit, did have its attraction. But not to punish her!
    The smell of his comforter, though, seemed to go together with the shamefully pleasant feeling that the boy who slept there had just pulled her panties down; that he was looking at her bottom, in the tautness of which Sally had to say she took some pride.
    “Sally, why have I taken your underwear down?”
    What? Why was he asking her? But… he had said that his teacher John had asked questions—and now Sally realized that to make her answer would definitely be effective in getting her not to use bad language again. She didn’t know how bad the spanking would be, but it couldn’t be much worse than having to answer this question.
    “Because I said a bad word,” she mumbled into his comforter.
    “What happens to girls who say bad words?”
    “They get spanked.” That mumble was even softer.
    “I can’t quite hear you, Sally.”
    “They get spanked.” Sally lifted her head, but she closed her eyes, and then she buried her face back in the covers.
    Sally felt Mark’s left hand press down slightly on her waist, and then, after a tiny puff of air, she felt his hand come down on her bottom, right in the middle, where her cheeks came together.
    She could tell that he was worried about using too much force, because really the first spank didn’t hurt at all, and then she understood in a flash what he meant about wanting him to spank her harder, though for a moment she thought she had lost her mind.
    But then he did spank her harder, and it did hurt. For the first time, she said, “Ow! Mark… I’m sorry!”
    And Mark said, as if the words came from a place so deep inside him that even he didn’t know they were there, “Not as sorry as you’re going to be. You were a bad girl, and I have to teach you a lesson.” And he kept spanking her. Sally thought at first that she could bear it without struggling, as Mark began to move his spanks around her bottom to