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She relaxed a little in her chair but still didn’t know if she wanted to get spanked. While she had longed to get spanked, fantasized about it, she wasn’t so sure it was normal to.

He walked over and sat in his chair once again, caging her in with his legs. “Ready?”

Sammi shook her head. “I don’t think this should happen. I don’t want you to spank me.”

But she wanted it to. The guilt was slowly starting to eat at her, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it.

“You may not want it, but do you think you need it?” he asked.

What kind of question was that? One that was going to get her thinking, and he knew that.

“The guilt building inside, it’s slowly weighing you down, getting heavier by the minute, isn’t it?”

“How,” she whispered.

“Daddies know these things. This spanking will help with that. After the spanking, you’ll get cuddles, and everything will be forgiven.”

Sammi looked at him skeptically. He was saying everything one of the Daddies in one of Sammi’s books would say. That actually couldn’t be true, right? He couldn’t be saying everything like them. Unless he’d read one of those books or one of the authors had a Daddy. Which would be more logical?

“Now, stand up and take your pants off,” he commanded.

“You can’t make me get naked! We’re at work! Anyone could see us.”

“How would they see us?”

Sammi looked around and realized there were no windows in his office. He had already locked the door as well.

“Umm, well, you’ll see,” she started off.

“They won’t see us. I can promise you that, but if you’re really worried, I can take you back to my place and spank you there,” he suggested.

“No, thank you,” she rushed out.

If she went to his house, it became more real. Here, she could have the spanking and it wouldn’t mean as much. That was a lie, but it was something she was trying to think about. Things were changing fast, and Sammi was just trying to wrap her brain around it all.

“My Little One has manners. Such a good girl.”

Sammi couldn’t help but blush at his words and squeeze her legs together. Just hearing him call her Little One—hisLittle One—and good girl was the highlight of her day. It made her tingle all over.

“Does someone like being called my Little One? My good girl?”

She was quiet, she just stared at him. Should she admit it? He already knew.

“I think you do but aren’t ready to admit it yet. That’s okay, we’ve got time,” he gently said. “Now, stand up and pull down your pants and underwear.”

“Do I have to?” she whined.

“I only spank on bare skin. I need to be able to see your bottom to check I’m not spanking you too much.”

She sat there, not moving. She didn’t want to be naked.

“Is it a hard limit?” he asked.

Was it? Or was she just a little uncomfortable and worried? The door was locked, and there were no windows, so no one could walk in.

“No,” she whispered.

“So, stand up and pull your pants and underwear down.”

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