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... remained calm, his eyes moving to the spoon on the floor, then back to her.

‘Ms Rycroft, I remind you that at any point, you may stop this, and we’ll get the police to investigate. Is that what you wish?’

‘Well, no, bu—’

‘There are no buts.’ He interrupted firmly. ‘It’s my method or the police, as you know full well by now. Spankings that are not on the bare bottom are pointless. And since you may be concealing a data storage device somewhere highly personal and discrete, my inspection will need to be quite invasive — though be assured I will only go as far as I need to satisfy myself that you are hiding nothing.’ Kathryn stood, her jaw a little slackened from the shock. ‘Well, would you rather I called the police?’

‘Not the police,’ Kathryn whispered, ‘we’ll continue.’

‘Very well, as you wish,’ he said, picking up the spoon from the floor and placing it in front of Kathryn’s nose again. ‘You’ve earned five strokes of the cane on your wetted bottom. Let this drop again, and you’ll earn five more. And, since you asked, no, I do not carry a cane. But you will find I am quite resourceful.’ Kathryn fumed. She was quietly furious he wasn’t even letting her off the first five strokes.

She heard him gathering some things from the wardrobe. Then, he stood close behind her. ‘Your phone,’ he demanded. Her phone was still in her hand on her head. That, and her room card, was all she had taken with her that morning. She wasn’t bothering to take any notes at the ...

... conference. Her attendance was a way of avoiding her tedious work. She twisted her phone around so he could take it from her, not daring to lift her hand off her head.

‘What will you do with it?’ She felt she had the right to demand an answer.

‘I’ll run some data checks to ensure you haven’t used your camera or microphone in the vicinity of this room in the last couple of hours. Then I’ll check whether you’ve sent any files into the cloud from here. And I’ll do a complete scan of your phone to ensure none of your data matches the fingerprint of the data I am protecting. Be assured; I won’t retain your data unless I discover anything untoward.’

Kathryn was impressed. He was operating at a much higher level than Christopher Dunlop.

She could hear him connecting her phone to a laptop and the tapping of keys as he started his data interrogation.

Eventually, the tapping stopped. Kathryn’s nerves rose.

‘Come over here and place yourself across my knee.’

Kathryn felt her face burning with humiliation.Over his knee! She thought better than to argue.

Kathryn turned; knowing to leave her hands on her head. It occurred to her that she didn’t even have the name of the man sitting on the side of the bed, about to punish her in such an intimate and embarrassing way. Her cheeks flushed hotter still.

With a stern point of his finger, he commanded her to approach. Kathryn moved towards him, her stomach erupting with nerves. She lowered her hands as he dragged her across his ...