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Not quite believing what he was saying, he nodded. “If you’d like to keep your job, I’d like you to. However, in order to ensure that you are more mindful in the future, I would expect you to come in fifteen minutes early every day for a week and accept my preventative correction. If you can’t do that, then tonight will be your last night.”

“I can do that!” Mariah exclaimed, her expression hopeful. “I can! At least… I think I can. What does it mean?”

“Do you have a wooden hairbrush?”

Mariah nodded. “Baze gifted one to each of us. It’s engraved with my name. Some gift.”

“If you would like to keep working here, then every morning for a week, you would come in a quarter hour early and present your hairbrush. We’d go into my office and I’d pull down your pants and plug your bottom and then spank it hard so you’d have a reminder to be very careful and mindful of your actions and their consequences.”

“Oh.” Mariah looked at the floor. Her cheeks were tinged with shame. “Every day? All week? I don’t work every day.”

Graham nodded. Prior to this disaster of an evening, he’d intended to talk to Baze about promoting her and changing her schedule. He hadn’t decided if that was still on the table, but this would be a good opportunity to see if she could hack the extra hours he wanted her to work. “If you agree to this, then you will. Every day. All week. Those are my terms. But you don’t have to decide tonight. You can think about it. I’ll be here early tomorrow morning. If you decide to accept my terms, you show up with your hairbrush.”

“I don’t have to think about it. I want to keep my job. I’d rather be punished than maintenanced, but I know you have your reasons. I’ll accept your terms.”

“Very well. Then I’ll see you here tomorrow, bright and early.”

“Bright and early. Thank you, Sir. May I hug you?”

Surprised by the request, he could only nod. Rushing toward him she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. Her hair smelled like lemons.

Not knowing what to do, he awkwardly patted her back and waited for the hug to be over.

She released him, and skipped away, and he looked around at the remnants of a very chaotic evening. He put the food away and took out the garbage. Deciding to leave the dishes for the morning, he headed out of the casino and down the strip. He had a butt plug to shop for.

Chapter 8

Mariah

Fifteen minutes was not going to be long enough to get plugged and spanked and clean up the mess that had been undoubtedly left the night before, so Mariah set her alarm for extra early, woke up, and shuffled to the bathroom so as not to wake Jade. She changed from jammies to work clothes, and put on a fresh Pull-up diaper, pulled her hair into a neat braid and headed downstairs. Her plan was to get there before Chef Graham and start the clean up so he’d know she was serious about doing better and grateful to still have her job.

When she entered the kitchen, he was already there, standing at the sink with his back toward her, loading dishes into the dishwasher and cleaning his expensive pans by hand.

When he noticed her, he looked at her over his shoulder, and quirked an eyebrow.

“Anxious to have your bottom spanked?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered automatically, and then caught herself. “I mean no! No, Sir! I just knew there’d be a big mess to clean up, and I wanted to get a head start on it so you’d know I was serious and grateful. So, so grateful.”

“Ah. Well, as you can see, I had the same idea about starting early and I couldn’t sleep well. So everything is done except for one thing.” He turned to face her. “Did you bring your hairbrush?”

Her cheeks flushed, she pulled it from her back pocket with a flourish. “Right here, Sir.”

She stepped forward to place it in his outstretched hand. He took it and lifted it, apparently testing the heft then smacked it hard against his thigh. He didn’t even wince, but he grinned. “That’ll do.”

Her gut suddenly filled with dread as she wondered exactly what she’d gotten herself into. She’d been spanked for punishment many times after a naughty deed, but never for maintenance. She’d heard the term, but never really thought much about it. It had crossed her mind this morning to google it before she went in, but she’d decided against doing her own research, not wanting to take a chance that she’d get scared and chicken out.

“Go into my office and wait for me,” he told her.

The office was a tiny area off the kitchen. It had a shelf desk built into the wall, a few shelves, some coat hooks and a straight-backed chair. There was barely room for one person in there, much less two. She could see it working if he put her over his knee, but that didn’t really seem to be his style.

When she entered the room, she took a seat on the chair and did as she was told, waiting for him. A package on the desk caught her attention. It was a brand-new butt plug still encased in the plastic packaging. There was a store bag and a receipt underneath it. Next to it was a small bottle of lube. He’d obviously bought both last night with her and this exact purpose in mind.

Curious, she picked it up and examined it, her bottom clenching as she did so. She had a plug in her room that Baze had purchased for her and used only once. It was smaller than this one, and metal with a giant jeweled base that stuck out between her cheeks and made it hard to sit.

This one was bright red, a more forgiving silicone with a plain undecorated base. It was wider and longer, and just looking at it made her nervous.

She was so caught up in her mental comparison, she hadn’t noticed Graham until he was towering over her with a smirk on his face.