My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) by Megan Michaels

her taking this seriously — because he would be strict with her.
    “I’m going to say… yes.” She practically bounced up and down in her barstool.
    He’d never seen anyone so excited to be spanked. He’d soon find out— as she would too — how she felt when the rubber hit the road.
    Or the leather hit the bottom.
    “Before you can change your mind, I have decided to give you a hand spanking tonight for your bad behavior at work. Just a taste of what bad girls get with Maxim. First, I have questions for you, and I want you to be as honest as you can — even if it is embarrassing. I need to know what works, and doesn’t work with you.”
    “Okay.” Her voice was small, timid.
    “How old were you the last time you were spanked, and who did it?”
    “Oh.” Her face flushed and her gaze dropped to her lap.
    “Lena, these are important questions. I need to know the answers if I’m going to be rewarding and disciplining you, yes?”
    “Sorry. It’s just so… embarrassing .”
    “Yes, that is as it should be. Even remembering it is embarrassing. It’s okay to feel that.” He reached over, holding her hand in his. “Tell me. How old were you, and who spanked you the last time you were over someone’s knee?”
    “I was a junior in college. So, about twenty-one? And my dad did it.” Her cheeks blushed anew.
    “Wow. What did you do? That is old for that, no? Not out of the ordinary I’m sure in some families, but still a bit old.” He couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice. It seemed that women who came from strict homes were sometimes disciplined as late as seventeen or eighteen, maybe nineteen at the most. It was the first time he had ever heard of someone of that advanced as age still being punished.
    “I totaled the car he’d given me. I was drinking and driving. A boyfriend had graduated and we all went out partying. I thought I’d be okay to drive. That is until I pulled out into traffic thinking I could make it.”
    He nodded. “Yes. That would make me paddle your ass too. You were under his care, living at home when not in the dorms. So, it makes sense to me. That is serious infraction. Caro. You haven’t driven after drinking since, have you?”
    She shook her head. “No! Hell, no! My ass tingles just thinking about that whipping.”
    “That brings me to my next question. What did he use?”
    “A belt. He had a thick, wide black belt. It hurt like hell. He’d never done it that hard or long before.”
    “Do you feel, looking back, that you deserved it? Did you feel it was abusive?” He tilted his head, inside hoping her father hadn’t gone too far. He didn’t know her father — but he swore he’d find him if she said he’d brutalized her.
    “No! Oh, my father would never abuse me. Ever . He’s a really nice, caring man. I scared the life out of him. He told me so, said he’d never been so afraid in his life. I totally deserved it, and looking back, he did the right thing.”
    “Okay. Glad to hear it. I wouldn’t want anyone hurting you — in the past, or the present.” He rubbed her hand, kissing the top of it. “Now, start from the beginning of your spanking and give me the details. If I have questions, I’ll stop you and ask them.” He leaned back, resting his ankle on his knee.
    She cleared her throat. “My brother had moved out of the house by that point, so I was the only child left at home. After Dad picked me up at college we drove home without speaking a word. When we came into the house, he sat down in a chair in the kitchen telling me to take everything off from the waist down. My mom came into the room at that point, telling me how worried they’d been and how they thought I’d been killed. I felt pretty bad. I took down my jeans and panties, even my socks and shoes. I liked to keep my pussy bare and smooth even back then, and when I stood in front of him, he looked at it, asking, ‘Are you on the pill?’ I told him no and he said that my mother