“20 minutes late means 20 swats with the strap.”“I’m ready. I deserve it. And I thank you for helping me become a better employee.”Without a...y warning, I took the first swing. SWAT.“Thank you, sir” Dana said even before the red mark started to spread across ber butt.I took my time, enjoying the view of her spread cunt before I gave her the next stroke. SWAT.“Thank you, sir”I had never required her to thank me, or count the strokes, of any of the other stuff you read about. But I had to admit. For some reason, she'd been bothered after she'd sobered up and realized what Jack had done to her. Since then, she realized that men got off in a big way on chicks with shaved pussies. Anything to please Jack, sure, but when she could please both him and a lot of other guys, the shave was worth it."This afternoon, then. And try to make sure the guy's on time. I hate hanging around with nothing to do." You could always do your history homework," he said.She didn't bother answering. She was. "It's hard to breathe under these sacks," Brian spoke up."No one asked you," one of the men answered."Go ahead and take them off," the leader intervened. "We may be in for a little wait. Don't want to kill you if I don't have to."Cassie was almost afraid to move, terrified at what she might see, but she slowly pushed the fabric up off her face. The cooler air hitting her felt immediately better but the smell was suddenly much worse. Nauseating.She looked around slowly - her eye for detail. "Close the clamp," she said and rolled onto her back.I handed the hose to her. "Maybe you want to manage the clamp," I said.She snapped it open and resumed her deliberate breathing. "I love feeling the warmth invading my belly," she said, running her hands along her abdomen. "And the heat from the nozzle ... the fullness ... So arousing..." I love it when you talk dirty like that," I remarked."I'm sure you do." Mae closed the clamp and rolled partway to her right. "This is a trick I figured.