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about the ‘Mister’ thing. Another bothersome aspect of Suzanne.
    “I did. Go on to the dining room. We’ll discuss your behavior there before we get started.”
    She’s chewing gum and she pops it as she sashays her way to my dining room table. She has a seat and crosses her legs toward me and leans in so that I get a view of her ample cleavage.
    I clear my throat and look at her sternly. Taking a napkin in my hand, I hold it out to her, near her mouth, and she spits out her gum. I wrap it up, slide it away from us, and say, “So, Suzanne. You were out smoking pot with your girlfriends.”
    She cocks her head, trying to look seductive. She actually is seductive and I try not to let my attraction to her show.
    “Yes, Mr. Jacobs,” she purrs. “My poor husband was off working and I just feel terrible for havin’ all that fun with my friends. And, he absolutely hates it when I do drugs. He says it can get him into trouble.”
    I lean back, thoughtful. What she's said is actually true. I’ve seen her husband on television; he is a prominent public figure. Having a wife who goes off and smokes pot in order to get spanked… I think I could actually legitimately punish Suzanne for this.
    “Did you tell your husband what you did?” I ask.
    “No. Never. He can’t know.”
    “Suzanne, I’m going to tell you a little secret,” I say, knowing I could ruin everything with a few words if I’m not careful.
    “All right,” she says.
    “I usually spank you for crimes that aren’t really that big of a deal. Would you agree?”
    Suzanne blushes. She actually blushes. And she nods. I am feeling the power, the upper hand.
    “And tell me, do you get off on those spankings? Sexually?”
    Her blush deepens and she is positively red-faced. She can’t look at me. She uncrosses her legs and assumes a less confident stance. Her knees are locked tightly together, her ankles a few inches apart, her toes facing in. “I… I don’t know, Mr. Jacobs.”
    “Suzanne,” I say, my tone growing very stern, “tell me the truth. Right now .”
    She throws her hands over her face and nods. “Yes, sir. I like it when you spank me.”
    “Good girl,” I say, patting her knee gently, trying to be comforting. “Now listen very carefully because you are about to make an important decision. After I’m done you will either march yourself out my front door, or agree to be punished. Understand?”
    She nods again. I grab her wrists, pulling her hands from her face so I can see her reaction.
    “Your little fun with your girlfriends might seem like a joke to you, but it could be detrimental to your husband’s career. Had you thought of that?”
    She’s silent for a long time but I’m patient, so I sit back and wait. Finally, she says, “No… I hadn’t.” Her voice is small.
    “How many of your friends should you trust with such an important secret?”
    “None of them… sir.”
    “And does your husband trust you?”
    She nods. She looks positively petulant and I’m loving it.
    “Suzanne, if you agree to be punished, I’m going to give you a spanking you will never forget. If you want to leave, you should leave now. Understood?”
    “Yes, sir,” she whispers.
    “I’m going to go check on some things. You have ten minutes to decide. If you decide to leave, there are no hard feelings and no need to pay for this session. If you decide to stay, you will be in the discipline room, completely nude, waiting for me in the corner. Got it?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    I wait until I’m out of her eyesight before I let myself smile. She could benefit from this; a reminder that she is not perfect and that discipline can be real.
    Flipping open my laptop, I’m silently praying that I have an e-mail from Rachel. Anything. Another session, maybe? A request for part of her money back? An update on her well-being?
    There’s nothing, though, and I sigh heavily and putter around for ten minutes before I go back to Suzanne.
    She’s left the