Handing the paddle to Reggie when I returned, I watched intently the way he held it, the way his hand grasped the heavy leather handle. He had remarkably handsome, powerful looking hands, with just a trace of blond hair on the surface. The picture I saw in front of me was severe; the image of his hand and that leather together would make an indelible imprint on my mind that would last long after this moment.
“I’ve never spanked you, have I?” Reggie mused aloud.
“No.”
“Then it will be a treat for both of us.”
I smiled meekly, not sure how much of a treat this would really be for me.
The phone buzzed loudly, interrupting the tense moment. Laying the paddle on the end of his desk, Reggie turned around and answered it. A brief conversation ensued, filled with ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s’ and a fina
