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than the idea of the imminent correction, but she raised both arms and placed her hands on top of her skull.
    “Finally,” he said, then left the room.
    As she waited, naked in the middle of his grand salon, the dull rumble of traffic drifted up into the room, reminding her that the normal real world was yards away. Yet now, in here, her darkest fantasy was about to come true. After all these years of fantasising, suppressing and feeling shame at her desires, she was going to be spanked—and not with a hand either, but by implements .
    In horrifyingly quick time, Olivier returned from the bedroom carrying two red velvet boxes, which he placed on the coffee table. He opened the lid of one of them and took out an object that made Lisa’s legs buckle.
    “Do you know what this is?”
    Lisa had spent too much time on websites of various upmarket adult stores not to recognise it. However, a thumbnail photograph and a paragraph of flowery ad copy about “sweet stings” and “satisfying thuds” were no match for the reality of the item itself. The “instrument of correction” was a shiny leather strap, and a serious one at that. It was about twelve inches long, with a sturdy handle at one end and a thick oblong blade.
    “It’s a spanking paddle,” she said in a low voice.
    “That’s right. I take it you haven’t experienced one before?”
    “No, of course not.”
    “But you recognise it?”
    “From the Internet. I’ve seen them online, but…”
    “You never expected to actually be on the receiving end of one?”
    She shook her head as shivers of fear and excitement ran through her body and made her clit ached in anticipation. How could something so intimidating turn her on so much?
    “You can take your hands from your head now, and hold them right out in front of you, one palm crossed over the other.”
    Lisa felt like she had a bag of gravel in her throat. The prospect of being paddled on her behind was scary enough, but she’d heard stories of how excruciating a hand strapping was. She forced herself to hold out both hands, hoping her fingers wouldn’t tremble.
    Olivier raised the paddle high above his shoulder. Lisa felt as if she would faint and squeezed her eyes tight shut. Never had she expected this, not anything so hard core and clinical, but there was no way she would stop him with her safe word before they’d even started. That would make her feel even worse.
    And maybe it wouldn’t be too bad after all.
    Oh fuck, who am I kidding?
    The expected swish and bolt of pain was replaced by a gentle brush of leather.
    “Open your eyes,” he ordered. “And it might help if you tried breathing.”
    The rush of relief was so great, she let out a huge breath that turned into laughter. He’d been teasing her, just playing, and she had to admit, that she was relieved. She wanted to experience her first spanking, but not in the manner she’d dreaded.
    The paddle rested across her hands. The first thing that surprised her was its weight, it was heavier than it looked, and the sturdy handle bore a stamped imprint in French. It was a beautifully crafted object, apart from the six neat coin-size bevelled holes spaced evenly along its length.
    He smiled. “Not so bad, was it? But I’m afraid our games are over. It’s down to business now. Come over to the chaise longue.”
    What? The bastard had ripped the rug right from under her. He’d made her drop her guard and tantalised her to heighten her anxiety and arousal to an unbearable pitch.
    “But…”
    “Now, Lisa!” She almost jumped out of her skin as he cracked the paddle against his thigh. His voice was stern, but, suddenly overcome with nerves, she started to giggle. She hadn’t giggled since she was at school, so she knew this was bad .
    “Okay. You’ve had your fun. I’ve learned my lesson. I know what will happen if I cross the line. I’ll be a good girl from now on.”
    Olivier’s mouth quirked wickedly. “I doubt that very much, and