She kept up this methodical pace for about two minutes. “How do you feel Will? She asked.“I think I learned my lesson.” Will said, starting to g...t off her lap. “Oh, we‘re not done yet.” She said pushing him back into place. He saw her reach for the paddle next to his head. She slapped her hand a couple of times with the paddle. “That was what you call a warm-up spanking. Now I’m going to give you a real spanking with my paddle.” She tapped his butt a few times with the paddle. He winced at the. "We girls wear all kinds of crazy shit sometimes. It's nobig deal." Ohh lala," said a woman, pretending to kiss each of their cheeks as theywalked in. "Hello there, Connor. Come come, we have to get you out ofthese hideous clothes. I'm your fashion stylist, Francine."Francine whisked him off to the back room and wasted no time strippinghim to only his briefs. She briefly re-checked his measurements andnodded as they matched her chart. She opened the curtain, snapping herfingers and before he. One thing was for certain. I would not be coming back.That night I crawled into bed, and pressed my face into my pillow. It was worn the way I liked it. I'd have to take it with me. And how fitting that it be the only goddamn thing I take. In a few moments my lids became so weighted with that old familiar self-pity, that I let them fall and rode that dragon of teen emo-angst into sleep.I dreamt I was at a carnival. I was watching a horrible magician perform magic tricks with playing cards. The. She was surprised to see me and just sat in her car for a few. I smiled and waved at her and her husband came back into the garage. She slowly drove in and parked. She got out and her hubby introduced me to her again. "Hi Hon, remember Dave?" "Oh, yeah, hi, how are you?" Nervous tone and pale looking.Her hubby took the k**s inside and she looked at me for any expression. I winked at her and it looked like some color came back in her face. She smiled and whispered what are you doing here? I said.