Jaime: Well, you won’t be the first girl smacked in this room, darling. Just the one I care about right now. Come up.
[Gem turns and presses herself firmly into his arms. Jaime holds her tight, occasionally patting her ass. There’s something in her eyes; not tears but an emotion close to tears but softer and more pleasant. She knows what submission feels like, and its pleasures.]
Jaime: [not letting her lighten the mood] You will be good. But you’ve got one lesson coming.
Jaime: My jeans, on the floor there.
Jaime: Take the belt out of the loops, Gem. You’ll be all right, but I want you to fold the belt, and then hand it to me.
[Gem, still in his arms, looks into his eyes. She knows she’ll have to decide quickly. A moment passes.]
[To be continued.]