Before you take the first swat, you run your hand across my bottom, lifting my shirt and leaving me exposed."Next time," you say, "you'll listen to me... I should never come home to a disobedient girl ever again." Your tone is harsh and unwavering. I get goosebumps, and I'm not sure if you notice. Either way, you proceed with the punishment.I can feel each sting, and I can feel my cheeks growing redder and redder with each hit. My eyes begin to water, and the tears cascade down my face. After 30. I run my hand down to your crotch and squeeze gently.You lift me straight up and bring me to my bed where you lay me down and I slide up onto it the rest of the way. You take your shirt off before coming on the bed to join me and I smile at the sight of your body.You crawl up to me and stop at my breast where you wrap your lips around my nipple and massage it with your tongue. I close my eyes as I feel you do this and let out a moan before you come back up and kiss me again. The top half of. The latter was ideal for me as I was cocooned in my cab with no contact with the real world. The conductor is in charge of the bus so all I had to do was drive. To prevent a team getting stale, or more likely colluding, driver and conductor were changed every week on a thirty two week cycle. The conductors, like the drivers, all talk to each other and word soon spread that I was best left alone. This suited me as it allowed me plenty of the solitude I craved. The wages were poor and the. Her dark hair glistens as she steps out and stands up her hair only a little past shoulder length. My hart starts to beat fast as I try to stop myself from running to her. I look back forward and pretend to read the menu that is posted outside the window. I then realize that I’m the last person in line; she gets in line right behind me. No doubt she knows who it is, only so many individuals could look like me and only too few in this part of town. I hear a slight giggle behind me as I finally.