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fact, she felt incredibly confident and natural, almost as though this is what she had been waiting for without even being aware of it.
     
    “I promise that I’ll always try to be honest about everything, and if I’m not then I’ll expect you to take whatever action you see fit.” Did those words really just come out of her mouth? Isobel had never been the meek and docile type; quite the opposite in fact. And yet here she was telling this man that she knew hardly anything about, that he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her.
     
    “I’m very pleased to hear that, Isobel. Thank you.” He had been stroking her arm while he spoke, and it felt as though her skin was burning where his fingers touched. “Now continue with what you were going to tell me, please.”
     
    She had almost forgotten that she had been about to say something to him, but Isobel pulled herself away from concentrating on the feeling of his hand on her and concentrated on her words instead.
     
    “To be honest, the spanking didn’t really do anything for me.” She felt herself blush at her words, and once again she couldn’t believe that they’d come from her mouth. “I mean, I know that it was supposed to be a punishment, and maybe it was supposed to turn me on as well, but it didn’t do either of those things.” She smiled cheekily. “Maybe I really am a hard ass.”
     
    “Hmmm. Maybe I should rethink my tactics.” Tyler’s eyes twinkled down at her and he dropped another brief kiss on her upturned mouth. “Thank you for being so candid with me, Isobel. Unfortunately it leaves me in a little dilemma.”
     
    She raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.
     
    “Well, the spanking was supposed to have been a punishment for your deception in getting the job. Correct?” Isobel nodded slowly. “But, from what you have just said, it didn’t really work. So, the question I ask myself now is, if spanking won’t work, do I move onto the next thing?”
     
    Crap. She hadn’t really thought that one through very well, had she? Isobel could have kicked herself, but there was nothing she could do now, and she definitely couldn’t take back what she’d said.
     
    “I’m sure you’ll do whatever you feel is right, Sir.” Maybe if she sucked up to him he’d be lenient with her, she thought hopefully.
     
    Tyler chuckled. “I always do, my dear. I always do.” He walked over to a shelf and removed something from it. With his back still to her, she watched as he squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. “Place yourself back over the desk please, Isobel.”
     
    With a sigh she did as he asked, and wondered what he was going to do to her this time, and if it would have any kind of effect on her. She placed her upper torso on the desk with her feet planted firmly on the floor. She decided to be good this time and not try to peek at what Tyler had in his hand, especially as he had obviously decided to use something other than his hand as a punishment.
     
    She felt his hand smoothing over her ass again, and she couldn’t help the little wiggle of her posterior that she gave. “Be still!” She stopped moving as soon as Tyler said the command, anticipation once again making her nervous, but not afraid.
     
    There was the briefest of pauses, and then Isobel felt the air around her move and heard a ‘thwack,’ and her world exploded into stars. “Owww!” She couldn’t help the squeal that escaped her surprised lips, or the next one as in quick succession Tyler brought the implement down again.
     
    The next strike hit her on the lower-most curve of her ass cheeks, catching her unawares and bringing tears to her eyes. She was also shocked to realize that it actually felt good, and her clit gave a little throb as it pulsed to life.
     
    “How does that feel, slut?” She felt the warmth of Tyler’s breath against her face as he bent his head down close to her to ask the question.
     
    “It f-feels…” Her words broke off