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woman’s knee. Her bum looked like a roasted chestnut. Marie-Rose was gazing at Michael, obviously waiting for her next cue.
    â€˜Dania - hold your skirt up above your waist and go stand in the corner,’ the doctor said finally. ‘We can contemplate your punished globes whilst we enjoy our drinks.’
    Hastening to follow the order, Dania scrambled awkwardly up. She tucked her dress beneath her armpits, then she cast a quick sideways glance at Lisa. God, this was embarrassing. The herbalist managed a half smile that was part grimace, then looked studiedly away, stared at the carpet until she could sense that the other girl had turned her back.
    And turned her bum towards the remaining members of staff. Dania stood near the window holding her garments away from her rear end. Her heated hemispheres quivered gently. The herbalist tried not to notice the puffy full-blooded sex lips which protruded from between the girl’s bare thighs. My God, it was another woman who had given her the spanking. Surely she couldn’t have been stimulated by the slaps?
    â€˜So, Lisa, what’s on the Agenda for tomorrow?’ Michael Landers asked.
    Not my arse, at any rate! She bit back the retort. ‘I thought I’d check out the shops and restaurants in Sliema.’
    â€˜And would you like Achille to...?’
    â€˜No.’ That sounded abrupt. ‘I don’t like to be tied down,’ she added quickly.
    Saw the faint smile cross his face as he murmured, ‘Is that right?’
    Lisa saw that everyone else in the room was staring at her, noticed that Bakar the stables boy had an obvious tenting of his riding pants.
    â€˜It’s a small island, but there’s quite a lot to see,’ Michael added, topping up his brandy glass and signalling for Carmen to pour the others whatever they wanted from the trolley laden with drinks. ‘A lot of the old trades have been revived, mainly for foreign visitors.’ He rolled the crystal stem within two fingers and looked at her more closely. ‘I suspect that you’re a traveller rather than a tourist though.’
    Lisa thought of the Aran jumper she’d purchased, of the Maltese T-shirts she’d almost bought on impulse at the Sunday market.
    â€˜I suspect I’m a bit of both.’
    â€˜The moment I saw you I thought...’ For the next half hour they talked of their work, their plans, their lifestyles. Eventually Michael stretched contentedly.
    â€˜Right. Who’s for a stroll in the grounds...?’ He glanced around at his assembled staff then murmured, ‘Dania - don’t you dare!’
    Marie-Rose looked from the girl to the man, then asked, ‘What was she up to?’
    â€˜Only squeezing her thighs together in the hope of a silent orgasm,’ Dr Landers said.
    â€˜Want me to...? The Receptionist raised her thick right hand again and brandished it in mid air. Dania’s bared bottom puckered and flinched.
    â€˜No,’ Michael said thoughtfully. ‘Her bum’s red enough for this evening, and I’ve a much better idea than that.’
    He stared at the girl, who’d now bowed her head again. ‘Dania - go to your room and fetch your Welcome Pack. It’s in your bedside cabinet drawer - assuming you haven’t discovered it already and used it on your tender bits?’
    â€˜I haven’t touched... I’ve been working flat out since I arrived this afternoon, sir,’ the accountant whispered, tracing her sandaled right foot around the Persian rug on the floor.
    â€˜Good, then bring the entire pack here without opening it,’ Michael ordered with the merest of smiles.
    Lisa shifted her weight uncomfortably in her chair. What was the tyrant going to do now? Welcome Packs in hotels usually contained rosettes of soap and a miniature shower gel. If you booked a honeymoon suite you sometimes got fresh fruit and chilled champagne. She had a feeling that any gifts left