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focus on the task at hand.  Punishing naughty showgirls should be second nature to him by now, as he had done it at least once a week for the last three years. She broke the rules, he chastised himself. He had never before spanked a girl for the sake of work, in private.  Having done this in private, and having shared those intimate moments of her emotional release was making it that much harder to get the job done in public. But he had to. This was their arrangement. This was her future. It was what she had agreed to and what she was expecting, and he had no less than 700 people waiting to see a show they had paid to see.
    Diamond, he saw, had her hair fanned out in front of her face, which was turned towards the back of the stage. She was blocking out the crowd, and he wished he could do the same. But he was more than a disciplinarian—he was an entertainer.  Tucking Diamond in close to his waist, he tucked her legs underneath his own, so she wouldn’t be tempted to wiggle off his lap when things got intense. The first kiss of a wooden paddle generally had that effect.
    Raising his hand, he made eye contact with the regulars in the first row. They were watching him with concern—even they could tell that something was different. Forcing his trademark devilish grin, he wiggled his eyebrows at them, and brought his hand down hard against the sheer white ruffles, watching in satisfaction as her bottom flattened under the force of his ministration. Her head shot up in surprise, and the audience went wild. Pax began to spank in earnest, finding his groove, even as his heart ached with confliction. Swat after swat rained down on her pert bottom. She wiggled and whimpered at the first few, but after a while had gone back to her audience ignoring stance and stopped reacting. They noticed, and were beginning to look bored. Pax himself was doing everything he could to keep them entertained but without a bottom’s reaction, it got boring quickly.
    “It doesn’t quite seem like the lesson is getting through, does it?” addressing the spectators even though his eyes were trained on Diamond’s reaction. He was about to change the game plan. “I don’t think she’s getting the full impact she needs to feel remorseful for her naughty behavior—do you?”
    They were nearly salivating. They knew what was coming, even if she didn’t. “No!” The tops in the audience cried joyously. The subs, or bottoms, looked pained. They were glad it wasn’t them up there, being spanked on stage for hundreds of onlookers.
    “It’s difficult for a bottom to feel truly punished without a hard, long bare-bottom spanking,” he continued. “And if a bottom doesn’t feel truly punished, they cannot feel truly cleansed, and if they do not feel truly cleansed, they are more likely to repeat bad behavior.” Smiling devilishly at them, he hooked his fingers into the waist band of her white ruffled panties. “I think it’s time for these to come down.”
    Only then did Diamond react, and it was so slight, he’d bet money that the crowd missed it. She didn’t cry out; her head didn’t move—there was nothing tangible for them to see—but Pax saw it. Her whole body tensed, and her bottom cheeks clenched as tightly as they could as she clamped her thighs together, as if to say, “No, I’m not okay with this.”
    He hated the fact that there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t speak softly enough for only her ears over the sounds of the club, even when the audience was quiet. He settled for rubbing her back, and softly tapping her bottom as if to say, ‘Hey, remember me? I’m in charge here, and you need to trust me,’ all the while keeping his fingers hooked in the waistband. She didn’t have to like it, but they were coming down. When he felt her relax slightly, heeding his cues as he hoped she would, he slowly lowered her panties, bringing them to a rest right below her cheeks, so that none of her naughty bits were in