Chapter Six
High Maintenance
One evening, nearly a month later, Linda lay on her bed, her fingers clasped in back of her head, staring up at the ceiling. She was thinking, trying to make sense of the conversation she had with Scott that morning. In approximately two and a half hours she was going to be spanked. There was nothing unusual about that, it was part of the regular routine. It would have happened if they hadn’t spoken at all. But they did speak; he had informed her of a few slight changes in the normal routine. They were not very significant changes, but they were puzzling. Possibly it was their very insignificance that so arrested her attention. Besides, her life lately had grown so tedious that she had become like one of those long serving convicts to whom minor changes in pr
