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very real possibility of
someone seeing her. The fear must’ve shown in her face, because
Raoul said, “You need to get used to public nudity. Now get in the
corner.”
    She turned and walked to what had become a
familiar place over the past two weeks. Raoul’s desk chair creaked
like it always did when he sat, and Catrina concentrated on calming
herself down. Losing it now would not be good.
    Doing her best not to fidget, which usually
made Raoul come over and spank her more, Catrina waited. And
waited. And waited. After she’d lived and died a thousand times,
she heard her benefactor walk into the room and greet Raoul.
    “Her personal effects, what there are of
them, are in the bag on the couch.”
    “Excellent, thank you. Turn, girl.” He most
likely knew her name after going through whatever paperwork he’d
just taken care of, but she wondered if he’d ever use it. “Look at
me.”
    Raising her head, Catrina got her first good
look at the man. His dark brown hair was cut short, but not like a
buzz cut. Brown eyes and a set of lips currently curled into a
smirk dominated his face. In any other situation Catrina wasn’t
sure she would’ve given him a second glance. He wasn’t ugly,
thankfully, but neither would she consider him hot. More like…hard.
She shifted as she fought to hold his assessing gaze.
    “I paid an awful lot of money for you, girl,
and I intend to get my money’s worth. I assume your trainer
explained everything to you?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    He jerked his head toward her bag. “What
kind of clothing do you have in there?”
    “Um, the jeans and T-shirt that I came in,
plus my bra and underwear.”
    “You may put on the bra. Otherwise, I want
you uncovered so I can enjoy you.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach
his eyes. “We’ll cover your tits so I don’t get pulled over on the
way home.”
    She closed her eyes briefly, and then forced
them open once more. At his impatient nod, Catrina dug through the
bag to the pretty, scalloped, dark pink bra she’d put on today,
trying to bolster her courage by at least looking good when she
arrived. Catrina fastened the bra in the front and then turned to
face him once more.
    “Very nice. And expensive, I’d wager. If
you’re a good girl I won’t cut it off you when we get to my
house.”
    “T-thank you. Um, sir.”
    “Let’s go.” He indicated she should walk in
front of him, and she moved back out into the hall, where there was
an unusual amount of people and activity due to the auction. Men
watched her as she went by, and she stared at nothing in
particular. When they reached the front door, the man shook Raoul’s
hand.
    Then Raoul said, “Behave, girl. I’ll see you
in a month and I’ll expect a stellar report.”
    Catrina nodded, but said nothing. Absolute
dread washed over her as Raoul opened the door and sunlight
streamed into the room. The man slapped her ass. “Get moving.” He
led her to a Mercedes sedan and opened the door for her. “Let’s
warm you up a little before we leave. Put your hands on the
seat.”
    She glanced toward the road.
    “Yes, someone might see your bare ass
getting spanked. Now do it before I decide to test out my new
belt.” Her hands dropped to the seat and she dipped her head, her
chin tucking into her chest. The man began to spank her with his
hand, alternating cheeks and then concentrating on one or the other
for several seconds. He remarked, “Your ass does color nicely. And
it will be colored often.”
    Several long moments passed. Catrina heard
some of the men come out and a few stopped to watch. She could only
see their shoes by looking underneath her outstretched arms, but
they were there. They were talking amongst themselves, remarking
about her and the high price the man had paid.
    When he stopped, he told her to get into the
car and she rushed to do so, even as the hot leather lit her ass on
fire even more than the impromptu spanking had.
    He glanced over at her and then started