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Mairead
employed a tearful plea. “Doesn’t remorse count for anything? I am
so truly sorry.”
    His hold on her became relaxed.
Mairead breathed out and slumped against him. She was quite happy
to stay where she was for a few moments longer. His hand was still
resting casually on her backside, his fingertips gently massaging
her.
    Mairead grinned to herself. The
stinging burn in her backside was no worse than if she had stayed
in the sun too long. There was considerably more heat and activity
radiating from her very aroused vagina.
    Reluctantly she got to her feet
with his help. Facing him proved difficult, knowing her face was
redder than her behind.
    James was still frowning. “I
really hope you’ve learnt something tonight Mairead.”
    She smiled innocently and
nodded, knowing her education was probably not the one he had hoped
to impart. She had certainly learned that a nice light spanking
made her extremely horny. The nicest lesson had been that James did
care for her and considered her a friend and could still be
controlled with a few forced tears.
    Victory was sweet until James
fired his last shot, “Bedtime.”
    Mairead frowned. “It’s not even
nine o’clock.”
    “No arguments,” He told her
firmly. “You are going to bed and the light is going off. Your
bedroom door will remain open and I will be sitting out here
reading. If I hear you get out of bed for no good reason, I will
finish what I started. Is that understood?”
    Mairead pouted angrily. She
understood perfectly that what her father had failed to do in
twenty years, James had achieved on his first attempt. She was
going to bed, thoroughly chastised, without any hope of benefiting
from her experience.

CHAPTER EIGHT

    The first light of morning was a
welcome sight after a long restless night. Mairead rolled over and
looked at her bedroom door still wide open. James had gone to bed
just after midnight and she had contemplated sneaking out of bed
and grabbing a magazine. Anything would have been better than
having to lie in bed, even the possibility of another spanking. She
had decided against it with her embarrassment growing with every
passing hour.
    The dynamics of their
relationship had changed dramatically. It wasn’t as if he had
kissed her and implied a romantic alliance. He had put her over his
knee like a naughty child and tanned her arse. What the hell did
that imply?
    “Oh my god, I am such a retard,”
Mairead wanted to scream with anger. She looked down and addressed
her vagina. “This is your entire bloody fault. That’s the absolute
last time I listen to you.”
    Her vagina ignored her and was
already animated with its own memories, but with that door open,
Mairead had no intention of getting lost in a fantasy.
    The thought of facing him again
was tormenting. Surely he had lost all respect for her. She
certainly had none for herself. How could a friendship exist
between them? James now had the upper hand and one wrong move on
her part might mean a trip across his lap.
    Mairead screamed into her
pillow. How could she have ever wanted, fantasised about, being
treated in such a debasing manner? The moment she got home she
would seek therapy and she would certainly make clear to James that
this was never going to happen again.
    Rolling back to the other side,
Mairead cried herself to sleep.
    It seemed that she had only
slept for minutes when she was woken by a knock on the door. She
rolled over enough to glance at James who was dressed in his dark
grey suit and blue silk tie.
    She rolled back away from him.
“Yes?”
    “We have to be at the airport in
two hours Mairead,” he spoke kindly to her. “You’ll need to get up
soon.”
    “Okay.”
    James was placing some cases
near the door when she finally emerged from the bedroom. Mairead
hurried to the bathroom trying not to look at him but he called out
to her. Sighing, she turned and smiled at him.
    “Yes James?”
    He seemed concerned. “Are you
alright?”
    Looking at him,