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slipper,’ the former surgeon continued. ‘So do you, deep down, my dear. It’s just that you’re still being a hypocrite.’
    God, she hated him. ‘This hypocrite is still going to her room,’ Lisa started, making once again for the door. A breathless voice halted her in her tracks.
    â€˜Please - stay for my sake,’ Dania entreated. Lisa turned. Watched the younger girl’s small bum twitch beneath the lemon dress as Marie-Rose palmed it over and over again.
    â€˜I... alright, but only because it spares you pain,’ she said hollowly, and returned on tremulous legs to her seat.
    Looking down at the helpless rump across her firm knees, Marie-Rose started to push up Dania’s clothing. She folded the dress hem over the girl’s back to reveal a matching lemon crotch thong edged with ivory lace. ‘Oh sweetheart, I think you realised that you were late, that you were in for a spanking,’ the Receptionist said with evident enjoyment. ‘I think you changed into your prettiest panties in the hope of distracting Dr Landers from warming your bum.’ She started to edge down the triangular lemon scrap. ‘What a pity for you that I’m not tempted by girly lingerie. When I have a bad backside across my knee all I want to do is smack.’
    She continued to roll the tiny garment from the girl’s small cheeks. Dania groaned. Lisa could see that the Accountant had her eyes tight shut, and who could blame her? Bakar, Michael, Jamilla, Carmen and the palm-flexing Marie-Rose were all staring at her newly-bared rear end. She, Lisa, found her own gaze drawn to the exposed nether cheeks and tensed thigh backs. Admired the way Dania’s hips curved out from a nicely-toned waist. The girl’s flesh was smooth and completely flawless. Lisa knew that it wouldn’t stay pale for long...
    â€˜Fifty spanks to teach you punctuality,’ the Receptionist said. She lifted her hand strongly to one side and brought it down with a resounding whack against the girl’s nude right orb. Dania cried out and kicked her legs. A spreading red mark appeared.
    â€˜A spanking that’s purely for punishment hurts more than one which is partially designed for pleasure,’ Michael Landers said. He was looking at Lisa. She made herself look coldly back.
    â€˜You ordered this,’ she muttered. ‘You’re still to blame. You’re still accountable.’
    â€˜No, Dania is to blame for causing the rest of us inconvenience with her lateness,’ the doctor said.
    Lisa winced as Marie-Rose roasted her palm against Dania’s arched left cheek. Despite herself, she stared at the reddening flesh and felt her groin contract a little. Became very aware of her own posterior, still hidden beneath the dusky pink suit. Was it really only a few hours since she’d squirmed beneath Michael’s spanking hand, come like a bitch in heat against his leg?
    She wondered if it was better or worse to be spanked by someone of the same sex, albeit someone older. It was hard to tell what Dania was thinking as she jerked and whimpered beneath explosive smack after smack. Marie-Rose seemed to have forgotten about the silent watchers and was staring intently down at Dania as she scorched her with her large and industrious hand. Lisa could see scarlet palm prints merging into palm prints on the blonde girl’s helpless posterior, could see where the harsh red finger marks had strayed onto her tender thighs.
    â€˜Punishing the backs of a girl’s thighs doesn’t excite her the way having her bum smacked does,’ Michael said conversationally between sips of his brandy. ‘But then this punishment isn’t meant to thrill you, is it, Dania my sweet?’
    â€˜No, sir.’ Dania muttered. She raised her head. ‘How many more am I due, please, sir?’
    â€˜I think another ten should do it,’ the doctor replied, looking smilingly at