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I shook my head, taking a step back. “No. I can’t do that. I’m not comfortable changing in front of strangers.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Mona sighed, turning toward Theodore who was adjusting his camera nearby. “Theodore, we have another shy one.”
The photographer straightened up, his expression hardening as he looked at me. He set his camera down with deliberate care and strode over to where we stood.
“Is there a problem?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft.
“She’s refusing to change,” Mona reported, crossing her arms.
Theodore regarded me coolly. “Ms. Campbell, I don’t have time for this. My schedule is very tight today, and I have three more shoots after yours. Either you cooperate, or we’ll have to terminate your session.”
“I just want some privacy to change,” I insisted, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s not unreasonable.”
Something in Theodore’s expression shifted, a flicker of impatience that made my heart race. “What’s unreasonable is wasting my time. Do you understand what the Selecta Arrangements program entails? You’ll be expected to obey your sponsor in all things, especially regarding your body and your sexuality.”
“I know, but?—”
“No buts,” he interrupted sharply. “This is your first lesson in obedience, and you’re failing spectacularly.”
Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward a nearby stool. In one fluid motion, he sat down and tugged me across his lap. I gasped in shock, my purse falling to the floor as I found myself bent over his knees, my bottom raised in the air.
“What are you doing?” I cried, struggling to right myself.
His hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, keeping me in place. “Teaching you that actions have consequences. I’m going to spank you until you agree to follow instructions without argument.”
CHAPTER 6
Audrey
“You can’t—” My protest was cut short by the sharp crack of his hand against my skirt-covered bottom. The sting shocked me into momentary silence. I couldn’t process what was happening. This man—this stranger—had just started spanking me like a disobedient child.
“You can’t do this!” I finally managed to gasp out, my voice high with indignation and shock.
His hand came down again, harder this time, the impact jolting through my body.
“I assure you I can,” Theodore replied, his voice calm and matter-of-fact despite the violence of his actions. “And I will continue until you understand your position.”
Another smack landed, then another, each one sending a wave of heat spreading across my bottom. I squirmed helplessly, unable to escape his iron grip.
“Stop it!” I cried, mortified to feel tears springing to my eyes. “Let me go!”
“She could use more than a few smacks, I think,” Mona commented from somewhere behind us, her voice laced with amusement. “These American girls always think they can negotiate everything.”
Theodore continued spanking me methodically, his large hand covering most of my bottom with each stinging slap. “This isn’t a negotiation, Ms. Campbell. This is a lesson in compliance. When you enter the Selecta Arrangements program, you’ll be expected to obey without question. Your sponsors won’t tolerate arguments or delays.”
The spanking continued, each smack landing with precise force. I was acutely aware of my skirt riding up with each blow, exposing more of my thighs. Worse, I felt a disturbing warmth building between my legs that had nothing to do with the sting in my bottom.
“I’ll get changed!” I finally blurted out, desperate for the humiliating punishment to end. “Please, stop!”
The spanking paused, Theodore’s hand resting heavily on my heated flesh. “You’ll get changed here, as instructed, without further argument?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my face burning with humiliation.
“Good.” His hand moved, and for a moment I thought he would let me up—instead, I felt him grasp the hem of my skirt and flip it up onto my back, fully exposing my panty-clad bottom.
I gasped in shock. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure the lesson is properly learned,” he replied calmly. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear, and before I could protest further, he tugged them down to mid-thigh.
