Page 246 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"You have no reason to be nervous."

"I find that hard to believe."

"You're a charming young man. Hell, if you can charm the pants off me while serving hot cocoa, you can charm anyone."

A flustered expression flashes across Daniel's face. "I'll… pretend you didn't say that."

A predatory glint ignites in my eyes as I look Daniel up and down. Oh mercy, yes, he'd be perfect to spank.

I picture tearing his shirt off with my bare hands, spreading him across my desk, and bringing my meaty palm down on his bare ass cheeks.

My dick throbs when I picture the fleshy sound it’ll make, my firm, calloused fingers making contact with his untouched ass.

I'm ninety-nine percent certain Daniel's into me—I got that from the comment he made about my beautiful eyes when he served me hot cocoa. But is he into spanking?

Would he agree to bend over and expose his dainty white ass cheeks if I asked? Or is that only a fantasy?

"Tell me why a twenty-four-year-old like you is too stressed to talk to a dumbass like Brent."

I have no qualms calling my former rugby mate a dumbass. His parents paid for his admission to Princeton—he wouldn't have graduated without a hefty donation to their business school faculty.

Daniel runs his fingers through his luscious locks of blond hair. "He's the type of guy who bullied me in high school. Confident. Savvy. Knows what he wants. I always trip up speaking to men like that."

"No one can tell you're a geek over the phone, Daniel. Any limiting beliefs you have are only in your head."

"I'm not sure this is the right position for me."

I lean forward in my seat. "I have something for you."

He tilts his head up. "Will it help me with my confidence?"

"There's a new… program I learned about at a leadership conference last year. It's for employees who… need guidance."

"I definitely need guidance. There's no denying that."

“It involves confidence lessons outside of the workplace."

"I'm not sure what you're getting at."

From the top drawer of my desk, I produce a slotted paddle. "At this conference, chief executives explained that spanking their underperforming employees boosted their productivity. I'm debating whether you'd be a good candidate for this training."

"You're messing with me."

"We'd start with one session. I'll invite you to my house and spank your bare ass. With every spank, I'll push your insecurities away and we'll reassess at the end of the following week."

"Do you think it'll work?"

"I do. The conference-goers praised this program."

"I'll do it." Daniel stares dead into my eyes. "If you think this will help me get over my social anxiety, I'm game."

Chapter Three

Daniel

A cluster of butterflies takes up residence in my tummy when I park outside of Hilton's house. I brush a speck of lint from my sweater, then take deep breaths to calm myself.

It doesn't work. I'm as nervous as before and now, I'm dealing with the unfortunate problem of a boner.

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