“I think she wants more than a spanking from Captain,” says one of the women with a smirk. “And we want a good show.”

The others sound their agreement. Josie lowers her gaze and sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, clearly ashamed. It doesn’t escape me she hasn’t taken my offer to leave. She’s still bent over the desk.

“Is that true, Josie? You want more than a spanking?” I ask, stepping close to her again. I sweep my tingling hand down her back and over her vibrantly pink cheeks, enjoying the way she shivers and arcs into my touch. When she doesn’t reply, I give her a swat which earns me a whimper from her. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

All my rationalizations why it’s wrong to take her gets thrown out the window. I skim my fingers down. She moans when I press my fingers against her.