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  Hayley looked at her dark-haired friend in amazement. Lyndsay had always been so shy that Hayley found it difficult to believe her friend was being so open about her sex life.

  "This guy, Brad," Hayley said, turning her attention back to Genevieve. "Did he spank you just that once?"

  The other girl laughed. "After he figured out how turned on I got from spanking, we ended up doing it all the time," she said. "Though it was kind of difficult since we both had roommates. We were always worried that one of them was going to walk in on us."

  Hayley thought back to when she and the other girls were in college. Even though they had all gone to different schools, they had gotten together at every opportunity, and she never remembered Brad's name coming up. "How come you never mentioned this guy?"

  Genevieve shrugged. "We only went out for one semester. He graduated and moved back east right after that" she said. "It wasn't a big deal, though. Aside from the spanking and the sex, both of which were really great, we weren't all that compatible, and we both knew it. We had fun, but there was just no potential for a long-term relationship. Not the way there is with Chase and me."

  Monica smiled. "So, are we to assume that Chase spanks you, too, then?"

  The redhead grinned. "I wouldn't be dating him if he didn't. And the best part is that he's even better at it than Brad was. Or any other guy I've ever gone out with, now that I think about it."

  Hayley laughed at that, as did the rest of her friends. She would have asked Genevieve to tell her about the spankings Chase gave her, but the redhead was already prompting Lyndsay to tell her story.

  "Okay, it's your turn," Genevieve told the dark-haired girl. "We want to hear all about your first spanking. And don't leave anything out!"

  Lyndsay grinned as everyone turned their attention on her. "I was in college, too," she said. "Remember when I worked in that shoe store the summer between my junior and senior year?"

  They all nodded. The shoe store had been very high-end and expensive, Hayley remembered, and since everyone knew that shoes were Lyndsay's passion, it had been common knowledge that the other girl had been thrilled she'd gotten a job there.

  "Well, while I might have told you about all the shoes I bought when I worked there," Lyndsay continued, "what I didn't tell you guys was that I had the biggest crush on the cute assistant manager. I really wanted to impress him so he would ask me out, but unfortunately, every time he was around, I couldn't seem to do anything right..."

  Sometimes, when business was particularly slow, like it was today, Lyndsay thought she should have gotten a waitressing job like her friend, Monica, instead of working in a shoe store. But then again, she reminded herself, Monica might be getting tips, but Lyndsay's job had some pretty juicy fringe benefits of its own. Not only did she get to try on as many shoes as she felt like, but she got a thirty-percent discount on anything she bought. The best part about working there, though, was the incredibly sexy assistant manager.

  Tall with dark, wavy hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes she'd ever seen, he looked more like a model than the manager of a shoe store, and though he went to a nearby university, she thought he seemed so much more mature than the other college guys she knew. Which was why she wanted to impress him. But every time he got near her, she turned into a complete ditz. She didn't know why, but if she weren't knocking things over, then she was ringing up the cash register wrong, and instead of making a good impression on him, she ended up making a fool of herself. In fact, just that morning she'd knocked over a rack of shoes right in front of him! Though he had helped her pick them up, she couldn't help but notice the frown he gave her.

  For the twentieth time, Lyndsay looked out the front window. There was absolutely no one in sight, which meant that no one would be coming into the store any time soon. With a sigh, she put down the fashion magazine she'd been looking at and decided to go into the backroom. Since her boss was at lunch, she knew she should probably stay in the main part of the store, but seeing as she wasn't likely to have any customers, she might as well do something useful. Like start unpacking the latest shipment of shoes that had come in that morning. Maybe there would be some cute ones to try on, she thought. Besides, she'd hear the little bell above the door ring if anyone came in.

  Picking up the utility knife from the table, she cut the packing tape on one of the boxes and opened the flaps. It was stacked high with shoe boxes. Eagerly reaching for one of them, she took off the lid and let out a soft gasp of delight. Inside was the sexiest pair of sling-back sandals she'd ever seen. And they were imported from Italy, too!Unable to resist, she kicked off her shoes and tried them on. They were perfect, she thought as she extended her leg to admire them.

  Excited to see what other shoes had come in the shipment, Lyndsay cut open all the cases, and started pulling out box after box. Tossing aside those shoes that weren't her size, she eagerly ripped off the lid of every box that was. Each pair was cuter than the last, and she couldn't refrain from trying on every one of them. Before she knew it, she had shoes, boxes, and paper strewn everywhere, and she had tried on more than twenty-five pairs. She'd have no paycheck left after she bought all of these, she thought as she admired yet another pair of high-heeled sandals in the mirror.

  "What the hell are you doing?"

  Startled, Lyndsay whirled around to find the assistant manager standing in the doorway. Dressed in khaki pants and a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he looked as gorgeous as ever, she thought. His gaze went from her to the complete mess littering the floor, and then back to her. His brows drew together angrily.

  "You aren't being paid to try on shoes!" he told her sharply. "Why aren't you out front waiting on customers?"

  Her face coloring, Lyndsay chewed on her lower lip, unable to find her voice. Why the heck couldn't she seem to do anything right around him? "There weren't any customers," she said softly.

  He folded his arms across his chest. "Oh really?" he said, coming into the room to stand in front of her. "Then what would you call the half-dozen people that were leaving as I came in? Your playing dress-up back here has probably cost the store hundreds of dollars in sales, Lyndsay."

  She swallowed hard, her color deepening. She had really screwed up this time. "Are you going to fire me?" she asked in a small voice. She wondered if he would still let her buy all of these shoes with her employee discount before he canned her.

  He regarded her in silence for a moment, his jaw tight. "I really should," he finally said. "But I have something better in mind. A lesson that will teach you to stay focused at work much better than firing you ever could."

  Before she could ask what he meant by that, he grabbed hold of her arm and dragged her over to one of the straight-backed chairs by the table in the corner where everyone usually ate lunch.

  "What are you...?" she began, only to let out a startled gasp of surprise when he gave her arm a tug that sent her tumbling over his knee.

  Lyndsay was so stunned that for a moment she just lay there, draped over his lap. And by the time she did recover a moment later, it was too late to push herself off his lap because he had placed a hand on the small of her back, effectively holding her in place. God, he was so strong. She'd known he was cute, but she had never realized how muscular he was. It wasn't just his arms that were built, either. She could feel the muscles bunching in his thighs as he held her down, too.

  "You've been asking for this spanking for weeks now, and it's past time that I gave you one," he growled. "You spend more time shopping for yourself than helping the customers. You come in late and leave early all the time, and on top of all that, you do a lousy job working the register. Considering all of that, I'd say this spanking is long overdue."

  The word "spanking" made her gasp in surprise. And though some part of her knew she should be struggling to get free, Lyndsay couldn't seem to make herself move. She couldn't seem to think about anything but the feel of his hand on her back and the firm, authoritative tone of his voice. Somethin
g about being at the mercy of this strong, sexy guy had her pulse racing wildly. She realized suddenly that not only was he going to spank her, but that she wanted him to!

  Without warning, his hand came down on her upturned bottom with a smack, and she let out a yelp. But he ignored her protest, bringing his hand down on her other cheek, a little harder this time. Ouch, she thought. That had really stung!

  Unable to help herself, Lyndsay squirmed a little, and her sexy boss immediately wrapped his arm around her slender waist to hold her more firmly in place as he delivered a series of rapid-fire spanks.

  Despite the fact that the spanking stung fiercely, Lyndsay found that she was almost more aware of his arm wrapped around her waist than she was of the punishment he was administering to her bottom. Even when he lifted her skirt a moment later and covered her panty-covered ass with sharp, stinging smacks, all she could think about was how much of a thrill it was to be in his control. Shouldn't she be embarrassed that her boss was spanking her like this? she wondered. But she wasn't. Her face was flushed alright, but it wasn't from embarrassment. She had never been so completely dominated by a guy, and she discovered that it was driving her crazy. Where had this submissive side of her come from? She didn't know the answer to that. All she knew was that it had her pussy tingling, and that she loved it!

  The spanking continued, with her boss delivering sharp smacks to first one cheek, and then the other. Maybe he wasn't doing it as hard as he had been in the beginning, or maybe she was just getting used to the spanking, because it didn't seem to hurt as much as it had. Whatever the reason, while her ass still stung, the spanks were getting more and more enjoyable with every smack he gave her. She realized that she wasn't even squirming now, but lying there submissively as she eagerly awaited the next smack.

  For one wild moment, Lyndsay wondered if he would pull down her panties and spank her on the bare ass. She wanted him to, and her face flushed as hot as her bottom at the thought. If her panties came down, he would see how excited she was, she thought. Suddenly, she yearned for him to discover what he was doing to her.

  But just as fast as it had started, the spanking stopped, and she was back on her feet. Her short skirt fluttered back down around her thighs, covering her burning bottom. Her legs wobbly, she reached back to rub her throbbing asscheeks as she looked up at him.

  She parted her lips expectantly, half-expecting him to pull her into his arms and kiss her. But to her dismay, he only stood there in front of her, regarding her sternly.

  "No more goofing off at work!" he told her. "Because if you do, I'll have no choice but to put you over my knee and spank you again. Is that clear, Lyndsay?"

  She nodded, her pulse quickening at the thought. That authoritative tone of his was practically enough to make her come right there on the spot!

  "Good," he said, and then glanced around the room. "Then clean up this mess and get back out front."

  Lyndsay watched him go as he strode from the room. She couldn't believe he hadn't kissed her. She was so excited that she could barely walk straight as she obediently began to gather up the shoes and put them back in the correct boxes. It was all she could do not to slide her hand between her legs and touch herself!

  She had just finished cleaning up when the assistant manager came in the check on her. He nodded his head approvingly.

  "I see that you've learned a lot from your time over my knee," he said. "Maybe you would benefit from a spanking every morning."

  Lyndsay's pulse leaped as she wondered if he had seen the effect the spanking had had on her. Maybe she should come into work early tomorrow just to see if he really would make good on his promise and spank her...

  "You mean that you actually went to work the next day?" Hayley asked in amazement when Lyndsay had finished her story. If she had been in her friend's place, she would have been so embarrassed that she probably would have run out of the store right then and never come back.

  The other girl grinned, nodding emphatically. "Not only did I go back to work, I showed up fifteen minutes early."

  "And did he spank you again?" Hayley asked eagerly.

  Lyndsay smiled at the memory. "That morning, and every morning until I went back to college."

  Hayley's eyes went wide. She didn't think she'd ever heard anything so incredible before. Or so exciting!

  Chapter Three

  "So," Genevieve said. "Did you and your boss ever hook-up in the back room after one of those spankings?"

  Lyndsay's smile was a bit wistful as she shook her head. "No," she said. "He was always very professional about the whole thing. He'd put me over his knee, give me a good, sound spanking, and then it would be business as usual. Of course, I wanted him to do more than spank me. But he wouldn't." She paused, and then added, "At least not while I was working at the store."

  Hayley blinked in surprise. "You looked him up after you finished college?"

  Lyndsay shared a look with Monica, who just smiled.

  "Not quite," Lyndsay explained. "He came down from Seattle to visit me a few weeks after the semester started. Needless to say, I was totally surprised, especially when he admitted that he'd had a crush on me the whole time I worked at the shoe store." She grinned. "The next thing I knew I was over his knee and he was spanking me right there in my dorm room. After that, he came down from college every weekend to see me."

  Hayley's brow furrowed as a thought occurred to her. "Wait a minute. I thought that you started going out with Ryan your senior year in college," she said, referring to the other girl's husband. "Were you dating both of them at the same time?"

  Again, Lyndsay and Monica shared a look before both girls burst out laughing.

  "Of course not, silly!" Lyndsay said. "Ryan was the assistant manager of the shoe store. He was working there while he went to college."

  Hayley's eyes went wide. She couldn't believe that Lyndsay's mild-mannered husband, Ryan, and the authoritative shoe-store manager were one and the same. As much as a tried to envision him dragging his petite dark-haired wife over his knee for good, sound spanking she simply couldn't imagine it.

  "You look surprised," Lyndsay said.

  Hayley tucked her long blond hair behind an ear. "I am," she admitted. "Ryan's so..." she hesitated, searching for the right word.

  Lyndsay smiled. "Easygoing?" she said. "He is. Unless he's spanking me, or we're role-playing. Then he can be quite authoritative."

  Hayley frowned. "Role-playing?" she said. "What's that?"

  For the first time since they'd started talking about spanking, the dark-haired girl blushed. "Just something we do to make spanking even more fun," she said. "I'll dress up like a schoolgirl or a French maid, and Ryan will play the principal or the master of the house, and punish me for being a bad girl."

  Genevieve grinned. "Lyndsay, I had no idea you were such a kinky girl!" she said, which made all of them laugh, including Lyndsay, who reddened even more.

  Hayley tried to imagine herself dressing up as a schoolgirl for her husband. With his good looks, strong build, and deep sexy voice, Conn could easily play the role of stern principal, she thought. Her pulse quickened as she pictured herself standing in front of him as he scolded her for some transgression, and then dragged her over his knee to give her a good, sound spanking. Her pussy got wet just thinking about it.

  As much as the idea turned her on, though, Hayley knew she could never tell her husband about such a wild fantasy. She just wasn't bold enough. Which was too bad, she thought with a sigh, because it would be so damn hot.

  As the other girls continued to talk about the role-playing games they took part in, Genevieve got up to refill her wine glass.

  "Hey, look!" Genevieve called from where she was standing over by the window. "It's snowing!"

  Hayley immediately turned to look out the big bay window on the far side of the living room, as did the other girls. Outside, a light snow had indeed begun to fall, much to Hayley's delight. It didn't snow very often in the Pacific Northw
est, unless you counted Mt. Rainer or the Cascades, of course, but it was beautiful when it did, and at Christmas, it was perfect. After they had all "ooohed" and "aaahed" over it for a minute, Hayley steered the conversation back to spanking.

  "Monica, you didn't seem surprised to hear that Ryan spanks Lyndsay on a regular basis," she said.

  The dark-haired girl tucked a curl behind her ear as she shook her head. "Actually, Lyndsay just let me in on her secret about a year ago," she admitted.

  Hayley lifted a brow. As close as the two girls were, she would have thought that Lyndsay would have revealed her love of spanking to Monica long before that.

  "What did you do?" Genevieve asked Lyndsay with a smile. "Have a little too much to drink and let it slip?"

  Lyndsay glanced at Monica. "Not exactly," she said, giving the other dark-haired girl a grin.

  Monica let out a sigh. "Should I tell them about the dirty, little trick you played on me?"

  "Go ahead," Lyndsay said with a smile. "They'll all agree that I did it for your own good."

  Monica made a face. "Why don't we let them decide that?" she said, and then, without waiting for an answer, continued. "It all started out when Lyndsay and I went shopping one afternoon..."

  "Come on, Monica," Lyndsay urged. "Let's just go in and see what they have."

  Monica hesitated. She and Lyndsay had come to University Village to get a head start on their Christmas shopping, and despite their pact that they weren't going to buy anything for themselves while they were there, her friend wanted to go into one of the more exclusive boutiques and look around. Eyeing the beautiful cocktail dresses the mannequins in the store window were wearing, Monica had to admit that she was tempted, but she forced herself to shake her head.