“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,” he said, putting down his teacup. The next thing she knew, he had pulled her across his lap. His thighs were like a marble cloud beneath her, infinitely seductive and strong. As he curved his hand around her waist to hold her in position, she was overcome by flutters. Was it to be like this every time he took hold of her?
This time he pushed her skirt up to her narrow waist. Her legs were bare and she wore sheer white nylon panties. This first actual glimpse of Hazel’s perfect bottom nearly took Robert’s breath away. He had known her shape was divine from the tight suit skirts she wore, but now he could observe that the texture of her bisque skin was also flawless.
“Now you’re gonna get it,” he warned her, rolling up his sleeves. Catching their reflection in the long mirror over the fireplace, Hazel watched him prepare to spank her with rapturous anticipation. The determination with which he raised his arm to administer the first smack gave her a thrill that persisted throughout the entire spanking.
Robert began to rain sharp, stinging smacks down upon her upturned bottom.
“Ow!” She squirmed and wriggled. This was starting fast! Then suddenly he stopped spanking and instead stroked the sting away. He massaged her till she arched to his hand. Only then did he resume the spanking. Alternating from cheek to cheek, he delivered full-bodied smacks, in response to which, Hazel whimpered and moaned. Then, just as her bottom was becoming radiantly warm, he again ceased spanking and commenced soothing her tender, pink flesh. Only this time, he also placed his palm against the crotch of her panties to press against her pussy and feel how wet she had become. Robert kept one hand firmly on the curve of her waist while he punished and caressed her.
Hazel was on fire. Never had a man paid such attentions to her. Each time he returned to spanking, however, he seemed to spank a little bit harder. Hazel abandoned herself and very nearly sobbed, though the pain was far from unbearable. It was that he was such a big man. Hazel felt as vulnerable as a child across his knee and this evoked decades of forbidden fantasies. She had longed for a big man forever.
Robert warmed her panties for twenty minutes, tingeing her bottom magenta with the palm of his hand. This treatment caused her to squirm across his lap in rapturous discomfort. But before the much anticipated moment of having her panties pulled down and being entirely exposed arrived, Robert’s pager beeped.
“That’s probably the print shop,” he told her, gently pulling her up to a sitting position. “Where’s your phone?”
Hazel mutely gestured to the end table at his side and he made his call. In a moment he turned to her and reported that he had to go look at the blue line for Honeymoon. Hazel walked him to the door. As they parted on the threshold neither seemed to know how to conclude the encounter. Then Hazel impulsively threw her arms around him and hugged him. His arms immediately closed around her and they stood in the doorway for some time holding on to each other.
Finally Robert broke away and told her, “Don’t forget about dinner tomorrow night,” then went quickly down the stairs.
Twenty-five minutes later a knock came on Hazel’s door. She opened it to a delivery boy bearing two dozen peachy pink roses from Robert. With this she entirely melted. The card, which read, “Try to be good till we meet again,” was immediately pressed between the leaves of her journal. The roses were placed on the table by her bed. She stared at her bottom in the mirror for several minutes, admiring the pinkness through her sheer white panties.
“What have you been up to since I saw you last?” Robert asked Hazel on the way to dinner at The Ivy the next night.
“Well, last night and most of today I worked on my free lance,” she replied truthfully, half-hoping to rekindle his indignation.
“Humph!” Robert snorted, “I’d almost forgotten about that. Thanks for reminding me, though. I’ll give me a good excuse to take a heavy strap to you later tonight at The Keep.”
“The Keep? What’s that?”
“One of those B&D clubs you were so curious about. I called and made an appointment to occupy one of the dungeons at ten.”
“Dungeon sounds so sinister.”
“It’s just an atmospheric playroom.”
“And a heavy strap? For me?”
“You’re a big girl, you can take it.”
“I’m sure I can’t,” Hazel protested.
“Just do your best and I’ll be happy.”
Hazel sat in the parlor of The Keep, waiting for Robert to return from conferring with Mistress Hildegarde about the dungeon. The other occupants of the sitting room were a creamy, little 21-year-old blonde in a white corset, and a sleek, 30 year old brunette in a black leather dress. The woman smoked and answered the phone while the girl painted her nails pale pink, occasionally bouncing up to talk to a client.
The doorbell rang while Hazel was waiting and the pixie went to answer it. She returned with a customer