I looked at everyone like they were criminals as I clutched the purse in my right hand. I suspected every man and woman of having bad intentions. Or t...at they all could see me for who I actually was. I trusted no one. Back at the subway station, I had never considered seeking help for this bastardization of self. Now I was pretty worried. I was so angry. Then, finally, there was quiet in my mind. I had just stood idly by and watched things unfold. Now though, panic was setting in. While my head. ”She blinked, and the rifle muzzle wavered. Her mouth opened, and then closed, and then opened again.“And if I get down,” he went on, “you’re going to see something that’s going to really make you mad, and you’re going to want to shoot me, and it’s not my fault - honest - and please don’t shoot me.” He babbled, unable to control his voice.“What in the world are you talking about?” she said. “You just get down or I’ll shoot you out of the saddle. I want to hear about what happened,” she said. On alternate bottom cheeks for the first several dozen spanks before landing a dozen on the same spot on the same bottom cheek only to repeat the stinging spanks on the other bottom cheek, knowing towards the end of each dozen the stinging would be tough to take. After a few rounds of that the spanking would move to the tops of her legs where the stinging was even more intense. Wendy already knew this spanking was different to any other she had received so far. None of the chat, nor the. It had all started a few days ago when they met accidentally at a charity event. Afterwards he had asked her to join him for a drink at a nearby pub called The Walnut Tree. They chatted about trivialities. The usually serious Elizabeth found herself laughing at the stranger’s jokes. The man was so easy to talk to and Elizabeth was flattered at the way the man was interested in what she had to say. It all seemed so natural, even when he had placed his hand on her knee. When his hand crept up her.