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stood completely naked before her. His smooth skin rippled with toned, well-defined muscles. This was a man who obviously worked out often. When she had first entered the suite, she had trembled in fear. Now she began to tremble in anticipation. Still, a man with that much strength would surely have a firm hand. This realisation brought a renewed fear, but Alicia could also feel the gathering dampness within her body.
    “Come,” he said. “Sit in this chair. I want to brush your hair.”
    Alicia smiled and sat in the hard, straight-backed ladder chair he indicated. Spiro walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He held a silver-backed natural bristle brush in one hand. Alicia wondered at the devious smile spreading across his face as he moved a second chair behind her and began to brush her long tresses. The soothing rhythm of the strokes and his following hand eased all residual tension from her body. He continued to brush until Alicia was completely relaxed.
    “Now,” he spoke softly, “shall I remind you of your misbehaviours? Maverick graciously provided me with a list from earlier this evening, and I couldn’t help but notice other lapses.”
    Alicia’s eyes snapped open and she sat a little straighter.
    “Yes, sir. Please tell me,” she humbly answered.
    “First, you questioned your Master, but he has already reprimanded you for that, although personally I think he’s far too easy on you.” Spiro continued to brush her hair soothingly. “Then you let your eyes wander when you first came into the club. You hesitated when I told you to get into the car.”
    Alicia again closed her eyes as she felt her excitement build. All he said was true.
    “You again let your eyes wander when we entered the hotel. A well trained companion trusts her Dom completely, yet you were hesitant. When I removed the cape, you clutched at it. Oh, it was a brief lapse, I know, but still, you resisted.”
    Alicia’s breathing increased and she bowed her head slightly.
    “I am not nearly as brutal as Monica, and I will always respect the safe word. But I am also not as lenient as Maverick.” He stopped brushing her hair. “Stand up, replace the chair and lie across my lap.”
    Alicia hesitated.
    “Now!” he shouted.
    Alicia jumped up and did as commanded. Lying across his lap, she revelled in the feel of his hard thigh muscles against her soft belly. Spiro placed one hand firmly in the centre of her back, her head and feet dangling close to the floor.
    “You will not shout out. To do so will negate that swat and I will have to repeat it. You may moan or cry, but I will not tolerate loud outbursts. Understood?”
    “Yes, I understand,” she said. Oh God! Can I do this?
    Alicia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from shrieking as he struck her. Spiro had used the back of the brush to deliver the spankings. He did indeed use a heavy hand.
    “Nicely done,” he complimented. “Keep it up, and we’ll be finished here in no time.”
    Spiro continued to spank her sore arse, delivering blow after blow. Twice Alicia cried out. Spiro paused momentarily each time and then proceeded. After an incredibly long time, he finally stopped.
    “There. That should do for now. Go stand in the corner. Put your nose in the corner and do not, under any circumstances, move,” he stated.
    Alicia wiped the tears from her eyes as she did as she’d been told. Her behind burned and she longed to rub it but dared not. Standing in the corner sniffling, she had never felt so humiliated. She knew her rear had to be a brilliant red but she also knew that her pussy quivered with moisture. She heard ice clinking in a glass and Spiro walking about. A moment later, the easy strains of Debussy filled the room and Alicia wondered how long she would be required to stand in the corner. She heard a door open and water run. Apparently Spiro was taking a shower. Knowing he was not watching her, Alicia knew she could safely rub her aching bottom. She began to