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... Dunlop!’ He knew her boss. ‘He’s a bloody charlatan, that man. Dunlop’s trying to steal secrets from me again?’ He didn’t pause for an answer. ‘You stay right where you are, young lady; I’m calling the police.’

It had been a while since anyone had called Kathryn ‘young lady’, but this was no time for luxuriating in unintended compliments.

‘No!’ Kathryn was surprised by the panic in her voice. ‘This is just a mistake, honestly. I- I must have taken the lift to the wrong floor. It was rammed, you see. I’ve ended up in the wrong room. Mine must be above. Or below? Anyway, I haven’t touched a thing!’

He did not look impressed.

‘Utter drivel!’

He whisked the key card from Kathryn’s hand and marched from the room. Kathryn desperately wanted to run after him and attempt to explain. But it felt futile. For a moment, she stood frozen to the spot, uneasy at ignoring his instruction to stay put. She pulled herself upright, told herself she was being ridiculous, and headed for the door.

Kathryn could hear her key card failing to throw the lock. Mustering as much faux-confidence as she could, she opened the door, intending to pluck her card back and regain some control of the situation. But he stood there resolute, unsurprised by her move. Kathryn found herself disarmed.

‘Well’, he said, holding the card aloft, ‘if you didn’t use this to get in, what did you use? You’ll wait with me while I call the police.’ With that, he returned the key card, then grabbed Kathryn’s ...

... wrist and, brooking none of her protests, pulled her back into the room.

He picked up the phone.

‘Really, NO!’ Kathryn insisted. He paused at last. ‘I can’t have the police involved, and this is all perfectly innocent.’

As much as she loathed her job, Kathryn needed it for the hefty mortgage she’d just taken out to pay some debts. She knew her current lack of enthusiasm was not going unnoticed by Christopher Dunlop. In the security business, an embarrassing and avoidable brush with the police was a sackable offence. ‘There must be another way to deal with this, surely!’

He lowered the phone. ‘I can deal with this without police help, but I don’t think for a moment you’d agree to my methods’.

‘Methods?’ Kathryn was puzzled.

‘Well, it seems to me, Ms Rycroft, that there are two possibilities here. Either, with unforgivable sloppiness, you’ve walked into the wrong room, though how you’d get through a locked door by accident is beyond me. Or you are snooping for Dunlop. Either way, I need to punish you and ensure you haven’t stolen any information from me. If you’ve misappropriated anything, I must get to the bottom of what you’ve taken and ensure I deal with the leak.’

‘So...’ said Kathryn nervously.

‘So, you need to be spanked and—’

‘Spanked!’ Kathryn was so shocked at the suggestion that she hadn’t allowed him to finish his sentence. He looked at her sternly, and she felt it best to let him speak.

‘Yes, Ms Rycroft,’ he continued coolly, ‘spanking ...