I felt weak. I couldn't believe this was happening. She stopped kissing me. Turned around and lead me upstairs to my room. As she sat me down on my be..., she gestured for me to unzip her dress. I didn't protest. I sat on the edge of the bed watching as the dress fell slowly off her back, she turned around, Unhooked her bra and for the first time I saw her beautiful breasts. She smiled as she saw my face light up. As she straddled me with only her heels and an extremely Lacey pair of underwear on. What do you need assistance with, M...Mr. Hardy." Joe blushed slightly, embarrassed over his childish stammer and having to stand so close to the uh...lusciously naked Elizabeth. Oh, how he had longed for an opportunity like this... To stand so close to a gorgeous woman and her not in a position to escape him.As Elizabeth continued to stare forward, refusing to even shift her eyes in the smallest amount, Mr. Hardy took Joe, by the elbow and moved him to the end of the table that Elizabeth had. Years ago, on vacation, I bought a powerstrip, a plastic shoe box, a label maker, and a handful of multi-tap plugs. Electronic devices, make that chargers for electronic devices, had taken over the camper. Chargers for laptops, cellphones, shavers, tooth brushes, dvd players, tablets, cameras, ipads and GPS. Times four. Every outlet, every flat surface, was consumed by a charger and a snarl of wire. I cut a hole in the end of the box, and pulled through a single cord. Multi-taps made a hole for. Why would someone get off on being put in a vulnerable, embarrassing position where pain is administered? I can’t explain it, but I do know my spanking interest started way before Christian Grey made it a thing in the Fifty Shades of Grey movies. I was a junior in high school and the first thing I noticed when I walked into Mr. Steven’s math class was the ominous-looking paddle hanging on the wall. It was quite large and riddled with holes. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it as my body.