" No fucking way. No. Not going to happen... and again, she won out. She promised me that I was completely passable as long as I didn't say a word. S...e promised to order for me and told me I just had to act like a lady and the illusion would hold. Easier said than done, but I was committed now and walked on wobbly ankles down to the dorm's after-hours pizza joint. It was a Saturday night and the place was busy. Two things amazed me. First off, in a dorm with only 250 rooms, nobody recognized. ..We ate and Pa left the dime tip as always. Henrietta, our usual waitress, always gave us good service so Pa always let her know we appreciated it. Today you'd be yelled at if you left a ten-cent tip.As we were leaving the café, Ma spied Mary Jean ahead of us. She had been crying. Ma called, "Mary, Mary Jean, wait up." She hurried ahead and asked Mary Jean if she wanted a job helping to cook during the wheat harvest."I don't know if y'all wants to hire me. Y'alls heard what people been sayin'. She stopped to discuss the flowers and said that she and her mother had just moved in. We talked, then I invited her in for a drink, then she noticed some bruising where my shorts didn't cover my thighs high enough to hide your last spanking, and she asked about it. I played it off, but I could see her considering it. We talked for a while longer and then she blurted out that she had seen her mother get spanked and it turned her on to no end. She asked if I could get you to spank her, too, but. My body still trembled from the excitement and the thrill of our experience as her beautiful eyes penetrated my soul, reflecting the lust and passion that I have for her. My thoughts were distracting me from losing myself in the afterglow of our wonderful encounter. I was worried, ‘Was she as happy as I, did I take my own feelings for her too far, was this romantic encounter going to be the last?’ I had to know, I had to find out if she shared the same feelings as I. “Amanda, what are you.