Chapter Fourteen
The Ideal Disciplinarian
Gail woke up again a little after dawn. She felt groggy. Her ass still throbbed. She stumbled into the kitchen to make herself coffee. She took a shower. After drying herself she applied more salve to her ass. Then she lay down to wait. Breakfast was still a couple of hours away. Never had she dreaded it more. She tried to read. Around 8:30 she heard the front door—that must be Roth. A half hour later she received the dreaded call from Valerie. The sound of her voice sent shivers through her. She trudged slowly into the kitchen like a prisoner facing execution. If this were a regular job she’d call in sick. Of course in a regular job she wouldn’t have been spanked by her boss.
Walking on rubbery legs she brought in the coffee pot. There were no
