” I hesitated, but made myself go on. “Sally, I am cross. I am cross, not because you ‘presumed on my good nature’, but because you didn’t t...ust me to back you. Do you understand?”She nodded under my stroking hand. “Yes, Master.”“Sally, you are my wife and you are entitled to ‘presume on my good nature’. I am going to spank you because you didn’t trust me.”Although it went against the grain to hit my wife, I knew it wasn’t exactly a punishment as such. Perhaps once in a month, there would be. You should come with me.”“Okay.” She answers automatically. It seems like such a sensible idea to let him lead her back into the ballroom where she’d first taken hold of the wine glass and the night.The music flows around her as a giddy giggly high blossoms in her senses. Abby was right, that pill was the perfect thing! Plenty of other women dance pleasantly on the dance floor, but Nicole is able to move and play with the sound and sensation in her flats.She dances into the arms of various men. She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth, her head a battleground of conflicting thoughts. She didn’t want to think about business anymore, the takeover, the repulsive Rupert Cross. The humiliation of the morning seemed far away, faint under the buzz of the champagne. She followed Charles into the lobby, looking around at the white walls, the plush sofas, the golden mirrors. Guests were milling around the reception and in and out of the door, chatting to the bellboys who were wearing fancy. This time I took the dress and top with me as well as the make-up kit. I arrived holding my backpack and went straight to the restroom. Several minutes later the new me was ready. I left my backpack at the bar and sat on a table enjoying a cocktail. I was feeling stunning, wearing my midi dress, black stockings and a sexy top skirt. I was looking feminine and I was feeling sexy, I understood that I was looking sexy as well by the guys as many were hitting on me. I spotted a nice one, mid 30s to.