Chapter Eleven
My Personal Assistant
Roberta McGarrett was the consummate professional, strictly all-business, crisp and efficient; till she discovered that a touch of bondage and a smack of discipline could do wonders for the soul.
At the sound of the opening door, I heard her scramble off the bed; knowing she would quickly kneel facing the doorway. And by the time I stepped into the room, she had eased back to sit on her tucked-in heels, slipping automatically into the submissive role she now so readily and so eagerly assumed. It was role that excited her and pleased me. Without a word, Bobbi had taken up the “presentation position” — knees spread, lowered head lowered, hands at her sides, palms upward. In this manner, Ms. Roberta McGarrett, now simply known as “Pet,” would welcome me
