Chapter Eleven
Samantha Brinkman would have dusted her feet of fantasy and preferred to live on the solid ground of real, unadorned sexuality. It was even a nice thought that she dwelt on for several weeks after she left Peter. She dated two men she met through work, the kind with a latter-day hippie sense of style, and easygoing dispositions, far far from the judgmental ones required to perpetrate the spanking drama that stirred her soul.
Of course she missed getting her ass reddened, the authority of a man, the silly childishness of the entire spanking mindset. She missed it most when she was near her father—and maybe that was the point. Perhaps the whole thing stemmed from her unfulfilled relationship with daddy. Certainly, some psychologist could make that claim. But while neither Jo
