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so new to the concept, but she took to it like a duck to water. Like she’s born to have discipline in her life. And she needs it so badly, I can tell.
    I wish I knew her better. I wish I hadn’t pushed her to start so soon. I wish I could be in that room with her, holding her and comforting her. I think she would want it but I can’t forget that this is a professional appointment. I cannot get involved with my clients.
    But she’s so different! So receptive. Obedient.
    I sigh and Sparky licks my arm.
    “Thanks, pup,” I say, patting his head.
    The half hour passes slowly. When I check on her, she’s sleeping peacefully and I don’t want to wake her. She looks so calm and right. I kneel by her side and gaze at her. She’s so peaceful. She’s beautiful.
    I have to wake her. She is a client and I must treat her like one. I must remain professional.
    Even though all I want to do is ask her out. But if I do that, if I cross that line, I risk breaking the trust she has for me right now. And I can’t do that to her. She needs my help, my discipline.
    I shake her shoulder lightly. She stirs, but doesn’t wake. I shake her some more and whisper her name. “Rachel. Rachel, wake up.”
    “Mmm,” she moans as her eyelids flutter. She is awake. She rubs her eyes, attempts to roll onto her side to greet me, winces, and remains lying on her stomach. I smile at that and she says, “How long have I been asleep?”
    “A half hour. Do you want to sleep more?”
    “No… no, that’s OK. Thank you. I should get going.” She sits up and whimpers as her punished bottom hits the mattress. I help her to her feet and look at her, concerned.
    “You sure you’ll be able to drive?”
    “Yes. Of course.” Her hand moves to her backside and rubs it. She is so damned cute I can barely stand it.
    “I want you to e-mail me when you get home,” I instruct in my sternest voice as we walk to my front door.
    “I’ll do that. I promise.”
    “And drive safely.”
    “Of course.”
    I frown. I wish I could get her to stay but again, I remind myself to be professional. “Do you think your behavior will improve, Rachel?”
    She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and nods so sincerely I nearly melt. “I’m sure it will.”
    “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
    “David?” she says as I open the door for her.
    “Yes?”
    She looks nervous and shifts her gaze to the ground. I want to lift her chin with my hand and force her to look at me but I deny myself that pleasure. Besides, she’s cute when she’s uncomfortable.
    “Thank you,” she whispers.
    Oh, she plans to kill me with her words. I want to take her, to hug her, kiss her and make everything right in her world. But I steel myself, take a deep breath, and say, “You’re welcome. I expect that e-mail. Don’t forget.”
    “I won’t.”
    “Drive safe,” I call out, repeating myself, as she walks to her car.
    She doesn’t respond and I just watch her as she gets in her car and drives away.
    I pull out my laptop, grab a beer, and have a seat on my couch to check my mail. I know I’m waiting for Rachel’s message but I tell myself I’m actually checking on other clients.
    Sure enough, I have three notes asking for an appointment— soon. There is such urgency with these women. I wish they would learn to plan ahead. I reply to all three immediately, fitting them into my already busy week. I have booked two women for one day, which I usually never do. I would hate to ask a crying woman to leave so I could receive another client. But these women are regulars and I schedule them in a way that I know it’ll work out.
    I tap my fingers impatiently on the couch cushion as I stare at my inbox, waiting for confirmation that Rachel has arrived home safely.
    Finally, after over an hour, she writes.
     
    David,
    Thank you again for the session. I’m home safe. I’m still unsure of how I feel, but I am glad I went through with it.
    -Rachel
     
    I sigh. I can’t write much back,