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      Your Daddy pulled your pants down, and there they’ll stay for now. Damn, how that phrase sent a shiver down my spine. I was so intrigued by this older man, and there was no doubt his dominant demeanor captivated me. Nevertheless, a sensible voice in my head administered a harsh rebuke for putting myself in such an insane position. From the moment he gave me his list of house rules, I should’ve said, John, I’m not cut out for this—I’m taking the next flight home. The rational blood in my bones should’ve had me dialing Jake’s number so I could end the ridiculous agreement between us. But instead, here I was, nestling my nose into the corner of his guest room with my hands folded in front of me—just like he instructed me to do.

      What was happening to me?

      Listening to him shift on the armless chair across the room, I knew John was making himself comfortable as he studied my every move. His arms were probably crossed while his head cocked to one side as his piercing eyes watched my naked ass shudder with shame.

      “Push your disrespectful bottom out further. I want it shamefully on display.”

      Instinctively, I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and it only took seconds for him to be behind me, administering another sharp smack to my backside that apparently was meant to supply me with a moment of clarity.

      Naturally, he didn’t appreciate the eye roll. “Okay, okay, you can stop now. I get the point.”

      “My dear,” he said, his tone filled with chastisement, “I will punish you for any disobedience while you are living under my roof. Continue to test me, and I will continue to punish you. Lori, we both know you are an intelligent woman, so I can’t believe you don’t understand the idea there will be consequences for your actions. Now then, which part of that sentence didn’t you comprehend?”

      The truth was—I did understand him perfectly. So, why did I rush to disobey him on the first night of my training? Was he correct in thinking I was testing him, or was I really testing myself? Anyone who knows me could substantiate the fact I’d never been a compliant person. Not as a child, and certainly not as an adult. In fact, I’ve spent most of my life going out of my way not to follow the rules. Which is probably why I stopped writing mystery novels to pen erotic spanking romance stories. I held my breath for a brief time before answering him. And that’s when he surprised me by separating my buttocks with his hand, firmly pressing his finger onto my anus.

      “Humility and submission go hand in hand. Does my girl need another shameful lesson before she answers her Daddy respectfully?”

      Air rushed from my lungs as his thick finger breeched my tight hole. I wanted to answer him, but the damn words just wouldn’t come.

      “There are many ways to punish a naughty girl,” he grated out in a husky tone as he removed his finger to smack my ass. “Now do you understand?”

      I wasn’t certain what it was about this man that beguiled me, but at that juncture everything became crystal clear. In some dirty way, my new trainer’s methods were shaming me and turning me on at the same time. Finally, the light bulb in my brain shone bright with a better appreciation of why this lifestyle has been popular for generations. “Yes, sir. I understand completely.”