Questions, and more

"What did she mean by that?" Diana glances at the panties and then her stern gaze returns to you accusingly. You meet her eyes steadily refusing to feel any guilt for any of your actions so far and it is Diana who looks away first.

"I'm sorry Kyle," her cheeks flush even more than ever, this is a whole new side of Diana, "We know Rose is a serpent, I should have remembered that before I turned on you."

"Yes Ma'am," you try to ease her tension with an easy grin. "I for one don't believe her story about last night even for a second. Do you?" She shakes her head somberly.

"No, not any more. But she's got guts, Kyle, I've got to give her that." You watch her pick up the paddle where it sits on your desk. "Eight blows on her pert little ass, and she took them without a hint of protest." You watch her run her perfectly manicured fingers along the smooth side of the paddle, she's clearly thinking about something.

"What's it like?" It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she's talking about.

"It hurts."

"Yes, but Kyle?" Her awkwardness is uncharacteristic. "It's not just me, she was getting off on that, right?"

"I saw it too, Diana." This conversation is getting a little weird. "I don't understand it at all, but you're not imagining things."

"I get it." Diana's voice is a half octave lower than usual and her breathy tone is far sexier than anything you are comfortable with. "A muscular, dominant man standing over their exposed privates, it's hard not to get sexually excited."

"Maybe we should rethink -"

"No." Diana cuts you off before you can even finish the thought. "It's too late for that now, but there is something I think I need you to do."