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settled himself on the couch, his feet firmly on the carpet, legs parted. ‘But as you’re new to being spanked I’ll let you put your belly across my lap and rest your weight along the couch.’ She sensed him smile. ‘Now isn’t that kind of me? And I’ll stop and start to let you get used to the heat.’
    It was to be a long chastisement, then. Lisa stood where he’d guided her. Nibbled her lip as he patted his lap.
    â€˜I’ll add on an extra punishment if you don’t bend over my knee of your own volition,’ he warned, smoothing his cream suit trousers. The twenty-eight year old considered his words.
    â€˜Make me if you can,’ she said. She braced her sandals firmly against the carpet. Put her hands behind her back. Dipped her head down like a see-nothing-so-fear-nothing ostrich. Squealed with surprise as he grabbed her around the waist and positioned her over his lap and across the examination couch in a virtually seamless move. But surprise wasn’t all that she felt - the sudden rush of blood to her clitoris unnerved her, and she pushed her slim thighs together and moaned.
    â€˜Oh angel, is that pussy you’re so intent on keeping hidden feeling horny already?’ Michael Landers murmured. ‘Will that clit that’s been wearing all these Keep Off signs want to come?’
    â€˜Only with Reece. You said you wouldn’t touch me sexually unless I begged you to,’ Lisa countered, raising her head from the surgical couch and twisting it back.
    â€˜And I’ll stand by my word,’ Michael Landers said. His prick seemed to be standing to attention, none the less she could feel the head of it pushing into her shorts-clad belly. Still, he couldn’t help his sexual cravings just as she couldn’t control hers. What they could control, Lisa reminded herself, was whether or not they gave in to them - and she couldn’t give in as she was engaged to Reece.
    Waiting for the first spank was hellish. It seemed to take an age. Lisa closed her eyes and waited for the palm to fall. Waited. Waited. Waited.
    â€˜Why haven’t you started yet, you bastard?’ she muttered eventually.
    â€˜Are you so keen to feel my palm?’ The voice was low, amused. ‘You’re not going anywhere for a long time so I’m just contemplating your naughty bottom. Just examining the shape of an error-making arse.’
    â€˜Thought you’d have seen hundreds by now,’ Lisa spat out into the medical couch, feeling a little of her spirit re-assert itself.
    â€˜But each girl and her cheeks is substantially different,’ her employer replied. He patted and palpated her shorts-hugged orbs. ‘Some backsides know that they’ve done wrong from the start. They jerk and writhe and... well, sometimes the owner tries to wriggle away before I raise the hardwood paddle. Whereas a bum like yours is a touch arrogant, almost relaxed.’
    Lisa certainly didn’t feel relaxed. Her heartbeat was pounding its tattoo through her chest. Her braless breasts were rising and falling within the loose confines of her lemon polo-shirt and new lines of electricity were snaking their way towards her crotch.
    Then Michael Landers raised his palm - and she forgot all about the crotch-based electricity. Felt her attention shift to her bum and analyse the new sensations that were happening there. Mm, that spank had been surprisingly light, surprisingly enjoyable. Maybe this chastisement wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Her new boss spanked on and on and on. His palm flattened first one small cheek then the other, bringing new stimulus to the hidden curves beneath the garments. He said nothing as he punished, his entire focus obviously on her clothed backside.
    After an indefinite duration the heat began to build substantially in Lisa’s rear. ‘Ouch,’ she muttered, and ‘That was a hard one!’ and ‘Oh!