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and down the elevator shaft.
    “You think it is funny? Hmm?” He clamped one hand on the back of her neck and slapped her bottom over and over again.
    “It was a joke, Jack,” she squealed, wriggling in his grasp.
    “This isn't the time for jokes, you little brat,” Jack growled. “You're being disciplined.”
    She was being disciplined, and she didn't much like it. Jack had a certain ease of handling her, a way of touching her body that simultaneously turned her on and made her feel as though he didn't think overly much of her as a sexual being. There was nothing sexy about the way she ended up hopping from foot to foot as the elevator made five unnecessary stops, each time opening onto a floor where her yelps could be heard clearly for a minute.
    “Jack! Please!” She begged him for clemency, but he was not in the mood to give it. She sensed she'd crossed one too many lines where he was concerned and was now in some really quite serious trouble. Normally it would involve being written up, but Jack didn't like to leave the mark of his displeasure on paper. He preferred to leave it on her bottom.
    “You were warned yesterday,” he said. “Twice. I have no idea why you thought you could misbehave and get away with it, agent.”
    The juxtaposition of being lectured like an agent whilst being spanked like a brat left Jamie's head spinning. She felt completely out of control, or rather, she felt completely within Jack's control, which left her subsequently feeling as though she was in more than one spanking's worth of trouble.
    Finally they reached the sixth floor. Jack swatted her down the hall and then bade her wait as he unlocked his apartment.
    When she stepped inside, she found a very masculine space. There was a large television, before which was positioned an even larger leather couch. It was big enough that she could probably get lost down the back of it. In that moment, that didn't seem like such a terrible proposition.
    Jack dropped his keys in a dish beside the door, flicked the latch closed, and strode into his apartment. He sat down dead center of the couch and beckoned to her, crooking his finger in front of his face. “Come over here, pull down your pants and your panties,” he drawled.
    “And my panties!” Jamie shook her head emphatically. That was not going to happen. Nope. It didn't matter how damn handsome Jack was – and in that moment he was exceptionally handsome. The hard lines of his face were emphasized by his stern expression in a way that made her stomach quiver.
    “There's no point spanking you through cloth,” he said. “Besides, I think being bare bottomed will make the punishment much more memorable.”
    “Come on, Jack, please...”
    He said nothing. He just crooked his finger.
    “I can't do this,” she said, stamping her foot in frustration. There was a whine to her voice, not of complaint, but of uncertainty. What he was asking, it was beyond that which she thought she could give. He wasn't just asking for her to go and get spanked. He was asking her for submission.
    “You can, Jamie. Just come here.” He spoke softly, but firmly. There was something hypnotically authoritative about his tone. Something that made the fact he was asking her to come and submit to a spanking not only reasonable, but almost desirable.
    Looking into his face, she forgot about the alleged disciplinary aspect of the act entirely. Agent Jack Harley was a very handsome man. Yes, he was no doubt a good decade older than her, but that didn't really seem to matter when his eyes fixed on hers in stern invitation.
    Her feet began to move without prompting from her conscious mind. There was no fight, not really. In her soul she'd agreed to this on the first day they'd met. This had been an inevitability. They'd both known it, try as they might to put on a socially acceptable face.
    “Good girl,” he praised, reaching out to slide his hands around her waist. She liked the way his grip felt, sure, firm,