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turned to her. “Yes, I think I do.” Ross turned back to Victoria. “I think you’d better apologize, Miss Mason. That way of talkin’ to a neighbor and an old friend isn’t acceptable here.”
    “Fine,” Victoria said, with a sarcastic note in her voice that Ross didn’t like very much. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Stovall.”
    Ross felt his face grow stern. “That’s not the kind of apology I’m lookin’ for, Victoria.” He turned back to Kelly and said, “I’m very sorry, Kelly, but would you please excuse us?”
    “I’d be happy to,” Kelly said, with a tone that seemed to say that she hoped she knew what was going to befall Victoria’s backside now. “I’ll just leave the pie on the counter.”
    “That’ll be fine,” Ross said.
    When the front door had closed behind Kelly, Ross walked back to the kitchen, where Victoria was still getting dinner on the table. “You’d better go up to your room and wait for me there, Victoria. You’ve got a date with my belt.”
    “What? You can’t be serious, Ross.”
    “Apparently, I need to help you understand just how serious I am. Now get your rear end upstairs, and get your jeans and panties down.”
    “You’re joking, right? I can see the thing with interrupting you, and with the bad language—but you can’t seriously whip me for a little tiff with a neighbor.”
    “No tiff with a neighbor is little, darlin’, because our neighbors are the people we depend on. This is much more serious than what I whipped you for before, and if you can’t see it, then I’m going to have to make the lesson a lot more thorough.”
    Victoria quailed back from him at that, setting the platter of chicken on the table and stepping backward to put herself up against the wooden counter.
    “What does that mean?” she asked, her nostrils flaring as her breath came harsher.
    “Well, you’re gonna find out a lot more about ageplay now, darlin’.”
    “Like what?”
    “For starters, you’re going to have a bath, and a barin’, and a trip across my knee, with all your clothes off.”
    A wild look came into Victoria’s eyes that Ross couldn’t read: there was fear there, definitely, but also a kind of disbelief that might mean that she actually had felt some curiosity about ageplay, but that she hadn’t wanted to find out more in this particular fashion.
    “You wouldn’t,” she whispered.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “That’s not the kind of thing a girl who’s about to learn about ageplay should be sayin’, darlin’. When your daddy tells you he’s gonna do somethin’, he’s gonna do it.”
    No. Not her clothes… Why with all her clothes off? Why… bare, like that? And why did it sound so…
    “That’s… that’s just… wrong,” Victoria said weakly. “If you think I’m going to take my clothes off for you, Mr. MacGregor, you’ve got—”
    “I don’t see that you have a choice, young lady,” Ross said. “It’s a form of discipline that I believe in, and if you want to leave your room anytime soon, you’re going to comply with that belief. What happened here today tells me that you need the sort of lesson I can teach, and I’m not going to let you remain here without it.”
    “You’d send me to my room?” Victoria heard both desperation and disbelief in her own voice.
    “I would. You’d stay there until you accepted my discipline. I’d bring you your meals there if I had to.”
    She had known, really, how serious he was about this from the moment he had said the thing about the trip across his knee. And she could tell that he really did believe he could help her this way—that Ross’ idea of what kind of person Victoria should be began from her acceptance of the strange, humiliating lesson he intended to give her.
    And what did Victoria think? She searched her mind and realized that she couldn’t swear that he was wrong. But to take all her clothes off for a spanking over his lap…
    The real problem was that there was a part of it that,