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Floored

... is the best way I know to bring about rapid adjustments in behaviour. But beforehand, I need to run a data check on your mobile phone and undertake a thorough inspection of your person to ensure you’re secreting no data storage devices.’

A swarm of nervous energy overcame Kathryn’s stomach.

‘That’s outrageous!’ She struggled to find a convincing tone of indignation. ‘It’s ridiculously OTT when all I’ve done is stray into the wrong roo—’

‘So you say’, he interrupted in a calm, unyielding manner, once again picking up the phone, ‘in which case you will be able to explain everything to the police.’

‘Wait!’ Kathryn really couldn’t have the police involved. ‘Let me think.’ He cut off the line with his finger but kept the receiver in his hand.

‘I told you that you would not like my methods, and I will not do anything without your full agreement. So it’s my way or the police. Your choice, but I don’t have all evening; I’ve things to do.’

‘Okay,’ sighed Kathryn, ‘this is an outrageous approach, but I can’t have the police involved.’ He started dialing. ‘What! Stop!’ He paused.

‘I won’t have you saying I forced you into something against your will. If you don’t think my methods are justified, I will have to involve the police.’

‘No, sorry,’ Kathryn pleaded, ‘I understand you’re simply trying to protect the security of your clients. It just all seems a bit harsh?’ She realised she’d phrased that as a question. She sounded weak.

‘Security IS harsh. Either you ...

... maintain it for clients, or you don’t. I didn’t get my reputation for diligence by allowing sloppiness or failing to ensure that what I am protecting remains secure.’

‘Okay,’ said Kathryn, ‘I understand. And... agree.’

‘Agree to what?’

‘Agree to your spanking and inspecting me.’

‘Very well.’ Much to Kathryn’s relief, he put down the phone.

‘Now, I need to make some preparations, and I don’t want you looking around this room further until I’ve satisfied myself you can’t see anything of importance. You will stand facing this wall with your hands on your head.’ Kathryn was once again outraged but knew better than to protest. She got into position as directed.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him pick up a teaspoon from a cup and saucer on the desk beside her. He placed it on the wall with the bowl right before her face. ‘You’ll hold this to the wall with your nose and ensure it doesn’t drop. I’ll hear instantly if it does.’ Kathryn was burning with humiliation, but she complied. ‘If that spoon drops to the floor for ANY reason, you shall earn yourself five strokes of the cane on your wetted bottom.’

‘Wet bottom!’ Kathryn could contain her outrage no longer. The spoon crashed to the ground. ‘You imagine you’re going to spank my BARE bottom?! That’s completely unacceptable! As for the cane, that’s ridiculous; I am not at school. And where do you propose to get a cane from? Or do you carry one around waiting for your next victim?’ She stared at him, but he ...