"Yes," Clara said.
"Yes, Sir will be fine for today," he said, firmly correcting her as he placed his hand on the small of her back to calm and guide her. His hand smacked her with moderate force, but Clara, having no frame of reference, was stunned. She shrieked at the unwelcome sensation.
"Count, pet," Ian reminded her.
"One, thank you, Sir."
He concentrated his strikes toward the bottom of her ass and his hand fell with regularity. He cut her no slack with her counting obligations and after only a few errors she realized that she needed to keep up with him. When he reached twenty, he paused to let her know that had she submitted to him for her punishment when she was told, they'd be finished by now. She moaned, dreading the sixty-five still to come. By thirty she was dancing in plac
