Jaye started a #flashfiction challenge -- 500 words, every week, based on a prompt. Jaye's is here, and mine is below!
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Meet me in the library. You'll know
who I am.
He flicked open his
phone and read the message again. How exactly would he know
which one she was? There could be loads of girls in the library on a
Friday evening.
It was stupid. He
didn't do blind dates and he certainly didn't do blind
professional meetings with a girl he was supposed to spank. He felt
like an idiot for even agreeing to the terms of their agreement, but
the option sounded good at the time.
Total anonymity. No
names exchanged. Firm, professional discipline, and before he'd even
disciplined her, quadruple his normal asking price wired to him.
Was it the girl
with the red hair? Well, no, her nose was in a book and she looked
like a good girl anyway, certainly not in need of a spanking. There
were a few young men by the periodicals, and a harried-looking woman
with a stack of books as tall as her nose.
He glanced at the
clock. She was two minutes late. He administered a longer spanking
for tardiness, and he'd made the terms of his agreement clear. He'd
chosen a seat in a secluded, quiet corner of the library. Behind him
were three empty conference rooms.
And then he saw
her. He knew the moment he saw her that she'd been right. He would
know her the moment she sashayed her hips in front of him.
She turned, and
gave him a coyish wink. He stood, and began rolling up his sleeves.
He crooked a finger silently at her.
She bit her lip,
as she dragged her feet up to him and when she took in his stature
and no-nonsense look, she blanched a bit.
He folded his arms
across his chest. “Come with me, please,” he said. “You are
five minutes late, and you'll earn more for your tardiness.”
Her eyes flitted
from one corner of the library to the next, but he was in control
now. He took her firmly by the elbow, and marched her to the empty
room at the far back of the library.
He wasted no time.
“Hands on the table, please,” he said. She obeyed, sticking her
bottom up to meet him.
“You've made this
easy for me,” he said. “Bend over.” As she bent, her skirt
hitched up and her bare bottom beckoned him.
“Right, then,”
he said. “The original spanking for your reckless spending. Another
ten for tardiness.” He opened the small bag he'd taken with him
and removed a leather strap. And another ten for our outfit.”
He snapped the
strap against his palm. Oh, she would get her money's worth.
He enjoyed the
irony of her squeals and yelps in a place known for being quiet. But
she thanked him later, and begged him to meet again.
But the next time
they met, she wore a skirt that hit the top of her toes.
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