Chapter Two
Chrissie lay in the bath wondering what it would be like to be caned on the bare bottom.
She’d passed up an opportunity for a new experience and a little niggling voice kept asking if she’d been too hasty in turning it down. She hadn’t really turned it down, of course, her options were still open. At least she assumed that was the case. She supposed there was a chance he’d decided she was too prudish, too unadventurous, too conventional, whatever, to venture into that territory and that he wouldn’t try it again. Or perhaps he’d decided she was too much of a risk. She knew she came over as feisty and over-assertive, it was partly the way she dealt with nervousness and self-doubt, and he might be thinking she was just the type who might report him to the authorities.
When Chri
