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âUh⦠okay. I guess.â He said it with such conviction that I was carried away by his words and moved by his guileless sincerity. Iâd heard all this before, of course. Legal theory, the social contract, economics 101 and the like hadnât gone completely over my head. It was just that I had always sort of regarded myself as above all that. It was called rational actor theory, and I had always held onto my inalienable right to be irrational. My shrink seconded me on this, but he wasnât seeing me since I hadnât been able to pay, so heâd probably lost his vote. Pete didnât seem entirely rational himself, but I liked him.
âSo, you know what you have to do?â
âYeah.â
âWhat time should we meet?â
âHow about seven?â
âSounds good. Do you want to meet here?â
âYeah.â
âDonât be late.â
âOr?â
âSpanking. No dinner. No sex. Itâs that simple.â
âIâll be salivating at your bell in no time, Dr Pavlov.â
âA consistent schedule of reinforcement is essential to conditioning new behavior regardless of species, Nicole.â
âWoof.â
We laughed, kissed, and fucked again before he had to leave for work.
Then the most amazing thing happened: I got a job. Actually, I got three jobs. I went places where you could get a job on the spot. Cheap restaurants, warehouses, retail. I just walked down the street and asked everyplace that was open. It was scary at first, but after a while it became easy. If they gave me an application I filled it out exactly as I thought they would like it filled out. It didnât hurt that I had worked so many jobs that Iâd experience at everything from being an artistâs model to a zookeeper (I liked the way I could claim to be experienced at everything from A to Z, though really I was an assistant to the zookeeperâs assistant, but thatâs just another A).
Anyway, I found three jobs and was scheduled to begin tomorrow at whichever of the three I decided to show up for. All three sucked, but as Pete had said, each would reward me for creating value, even if it was only by serving food, lugging boxes, entering data or working a cash register. I had imagined that I would be ashamed to grovel for work that was so below me, but I created a persona for each job and that persona was better suited for groveling than I was. It was like anthropology. Besides, Peteâs weird spanking remark gave me something else to think about.
The truth was, I kind of obsessed about it. Had he meant it? I had an easier time believing he would give me eight orgasms than believing he would actually spank me. Do people really do that? I always assumed it was all kind of a joke, like swingers or furries. Iâd had some boyfriends who wanted to do it to me, and I let one or two. I liked how much they enjoyed it, but it didnât really do anything for me other than hurt. I hadnât really thought about spanking since Iâd left St. Anneâs in the eighth grade.
This was different. It felt sort of sexy, but it also felt degrading. Did he think of me like Pavlov thought of his dogs? Did he think he was always right? Was he some sort of upscale wife-beater who disguised his domestic violence as fetish-based behavior modification? Was he like those damn nuns? Who knew?
I wouldnât find out tonight, because his doorman buzzed me in at 6:55 with three job offers in my purse, in case he required proof. I was totally curious about the spanking, but also scared to death of it. I didnât want to disappoint Pete, and Iâm not good with pain.
Dinner and eight orgasms arrived as promised. He was completely adoring to me, a great conversationalist and a hot lover â repeatedly!
âHow is it that youâre still single?â I asked as we lay next to each other afterwards.
He reached over to the bed stand and
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