Paige and I were even when it came to the disrespect, but there was something else we had to deal with.
She had my money, and I was asking for it back.
“Sit down, Paige,” I said, gesturing toward one of the chairs in front of my desk. She looked at the chairs nervously, and I knew exactly why. She was wondering just how much they were going to hurt her bottom when she sat down. The answer? Probably quite a bit. She decided not to argue, though, and she sat down. She grimaced only a little.
Paige was silent as I moved to the fridge in the corner of my office and pulled out a bottle of water and a piece of chocolate. I brought both over to her and handed them to her. Paige stared at me.
“Take them,” I said.
She reached for the water bottle and eyed the chocolate nervously, as though it was going to bite her.
“Take both,” I commanded.
She took the chocolate.
“Now drink the water,” I said. “And eat your chocolate.”
It was like talking to an infant on some level. She just looked at me like I was crazy, and that made me uneasy.
“Paige, it’s not poisonous.”
“But you just spanked me,” she said. “Why are you giving me this?”
“Because you were a good girl, Paige,” I said. “Is that what you want to hear? You took your spanking like a good girl, and good girls get chocolate. Now eat it.”
Without anymore protesting, she drank the water and nibbled at her chocolate, and then she set everything down on my desk. Satisfied, I finally moved around to the other side, and I took a seat.
“Now, for the real reason for your visit,” I said.
“It wasn’t just so you could beat me?” She rolled her eyes.
“Getting mouthy so soon? I’ll have to spank you harder next time so you remember your manners,” I said.
She slammed her lips shut.
Better.
“Paige, you owe me money.”
“I told you,” she said. “I don’t have it anymore.”
“I understand that,” I said carefully. “But I would like it back. I’ve decided that you can work for me until your debt is settled.”
“Work...for you?” She said, looking around the room. Then she looked back at me quickly. “Like, as a hooker?” She whispered nervously.
r /> “No.”
“Oh, like as a prostitute?”
“No.”
“Lady of the night?”
“Paige, no matter how many times you say it, no. I do not expect you to fuck me to settle your debt.”
“Oh.”
“Not that I wouldn’t love that,” I told her. I didn’t know why I was telling her that. It was just that she looked so damn nervous and a little bit scared. “But that’s not what I have in mind for you and I.”