“I could make you come in one session of spanking.” Who is the man talking to? I turned my head to the side and stared into the sexiest, most intense hazel eyes I’d ever seen. Hazel eyes, short light-brown hair with enough gray at his temples and wisdom in his eyes to make me think of Robert Redford, but the heart-stopping looks and body brought to mind Channing Tatum. This man appeared to be possibly mid- to late-thirties. Oh, hell, he’s looking at me. He can’t be talking to me. However, I was the only one within earshot. I was standing in the archway of the door, while everyone else was in the room before me. “I’m sorry. I think you have me mistaken with someone else.” The intensity in his gaze didn’t decrease as one corner of his lips lifted in a semi-smile. “I don’t think so.” “I do.” I stepped away from him, leaving the room where I was observing a woman bent over a bench with her bare ass in the air facing the whole room being spanked with a flat paddle.
