to sit down and be served tea.
“When did you first start thinking about spanking?” he asked her.
“Age three.”
“For me it was six.”
“So you’re really into it,” she marveled.
“I don’t think you could find someone who was any more into it,” Robert confessed.
“You respond to those scenes in old movies?”
“Tell me your favorites and I’ll tell you mine,” he challenged.
“Okay. For me it has to be Frontier Gal, Professional Sweetheart and Captain Lightfoot.”
“You have exquisite taste. Mine would be Too Young To Kiss, The Battle of The Villa Florita and The Cave of Memories.”
So he enjoyed juvenile fantasies! This was becoming more deliciously decadent by the moment.
“I’d love to own a pair of ruffled rumba panties,” she mused, referring to a scene in one of the films he had mentioned, “but where does one find them?” she wondered, wildly exhilarated at finally discussing this subject freely and in detail with a knowledgeable, sympathetic male.
“They sell them at Dream Dresser. I’ll buy you some,” Robert promised.
“You will?”
“Speaking of movies, have you ever seen any really good spanking movies?”
“There are specific spanking movies?” she asked, amazed.
“Oh, hundreds. I think I own them all. I’ve been collecting since the days of Super Eight.”
“Are they good?”
“I’ll show you some and you can tell me.”
“I feel like I’m dreaming,” said Hazel.
“How do you think I felt when, idly looking over your galleys, I came across not one but three spanking stories seeded into the magazine? One or two references might be coincidental or unconscious, but three?”
“Do you think other people will notice?”
“Only others of our kind. To return to my tender recollection, I’ve actually been waiting for several weeks for the opportunity to discipline you.” His pointed use of their favorite word made her color yet again. “Your confession today seemed to provide that opportunity,” Robert continued. “Normally, I don’t flirt with my employees, but because of our mutual interest, I felt you might welcome the attention.”
“I’m sure you could see how the spanking affected me.”
“I did seem to notice you not protesting when I first turned you over my knee.”
“But, don’t you have a girlfriend that you spank?” she asked shyly, trying to ignore the rush of pleasure that went through her every time he chanced to utter a potent phrase.
“I go to B&D clubs and play pretty regularly but I have no girlfriend.”
“After you read my stories, what did you think?”
“I thought, ‘She’s into it, she’s brilliant and she works for me. I’ve got to find a reason to spank her.’”
“Were you looking for one all this time?”
“Oh, you don’t know,” he laughed. “I’ve been clocking your arrival to the minute every morning and I’ve got my little Ellen monitoring your lunches and breaks. I must say you’ve been annoyingly punctual these past two weeks.”
“Do you spank your little Ellen too?” Hazel ventured.
“No way in hell,” he replied. “She doesn’t know a thing about this stuff and we’re going to keep it that way.”
“Don’t look at me, I never talk to her if I can avoid it.”
“Do I detect a lack of sympathy between you and Ellen?”
“No, sir.”
“Ellen may be a pill but she produces and that makes me happy.”
“Ellen is a model employee,” Hazel agreed.
“She’s loyal, which is more than I can say for you, running over to Augie Rose!” Robert suddenly seemed to remember why he came up to Hazel’s apartment.
“But I had no idea that I was doing wrong. I just needed the money.”
“Ignorance is no excuse in the eyes of the law,” he reminded her.
“Are you the law?”
“At work I am.”
“What’s a B&D club?”
“That’s a place where men go to do spanking sessions with professional ladies.”
“So, whenever you want to spank a girl, you just go there?”
“That’s what I’ve been doing.”
“And these women who get the spankings, are they into it?”
“Some are.”
“Is sex involved?”
“Not in the sessions I’ve done.”
“Are they pretty, these women?”
“Some are.”
“What do they charge?”
“Why are you so interested?”
“I can’t conceive of it being my job to get spankings.”
“Hazel, get that starry look out of your eyes. There’s nothing glamorous about working in a B&D parlor.”
“Oh? I’ll bet the girls you see get pretty excited when you walk in the door. The ones that are into it, I mean.”
“Maybe there is a slight touch of glamour to the dungeon,” Robert conceded reflectively, “but there’s a tawdry and dangerous side to it too.” He looked at her sternly. “Don’t even think about moonlighting that way, Hazel.”
Hazel was unconscious of the pout that suddenly came to her beautiful mouth, for she had already made the leap in her mind to working in a dungeon.
“Oh, god no!” she quickly demurred.
“If you’re really curious about what clubs are like, I’ll take you with me to one and you can study the atmosphere.”
Hazel considered this prospect.
“Well, Hazel, I think it’s time,”
