”“You’ve got it Jessica!” enthused Ben. ~ ~An hour or so later they were at a table for two in a waterside supper club.Ben had ordered a small...bottle of champagne; the ambience was romantic and cosy; a scattering of casual couples; some were mature men dining with younger females; like themselves.A baby-grand piano tinkled by a very small dance-floor and through the large picture window was a grand view of Sydney Harbour Bridge.Through the meal they had chatted with small talk; both avoiding. He was sitting in his huge brown easy chair, the one she was never allowed to use. She laid down over his knee again, hoping somehow he would be merciful but knowing he wouldn't. There was that harsh first stroke again, and again her yelp of pain, even louder this time from how sore her ass already was. The next few were even harder and she had to focus all of her energy on holding down her hands rather than raising them protectively to cover herself, knowing that would only make him angrier.. ..the first door past the bathroom, at the end of the hallway." I said looking at her with drunk, lusty eyes. I gave her a pillow and blanket out of the linen closet, and went to my room, intentionally leaving my door open. I stood in front of my full length mirror, and untied the belt to my robe, and let it fall off my shoulders and onto the floor. I climbed onto my bed, laying on top of my comforter, with a pillow under my stomach, legs spread open. 'Maybe Amber will come. We watched as she tried to figure out what the febreezewas covering, and giggled in each other's arms as she walked up thestairs and called down and asked us if we wanted pizza for dinner. That'swhen I took a moment and let the moment sink in. I had never been lovedlike I was at that moment, never had anyone pay me any attention."Where you serious?" I asked.She looked at me slightly confused. "About?" About fucking me," I said slightly embarrassed.She smiled, looked at the stairs as if to check.