“You want to confess?” he asked. “You have exactly thirty seconds to have it out.”
“What do you mean?” she asked dumbfound.
He threw a file in front of her. “Exhibit A,” he said.
It took her a few moments to recognize the papers, and yes, it was her work. Neat figures covered the sheets, which had been scrawled over in red ink.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“You tell me. More deliberate errors? If you’re dying for a spanking, this is not the way to do it.”
“I’ll redo it,” she assured him.
“Oh, yes, you will,” he vowed, “but I’ll take it out of your butt first.”
He was far more swift this time, as if he’d clearly thought out his moves in advance. From the bottom drawer of his desk he pulled a smooth wooden implement. Rebecca recognized it right off: a paddle.
“Since I’ll be monit
