After dinner, I turned on the TV to watch a NCAA football game. I normally wouldn't go to the weekday games, but I had the afternoon off that day and ...ad nowhere to go. I had broken off with my girlfriend, and my best friend Nakhval who was supposed to go out with me was out of town to attend some family business.A commercial on the TV during a break reminded me of some moments I had when I was living with Mrs. O'Carroll. My mind went back into the past again.When I learned that Mrs.. “Naughty girl, when I ask you something I expect answer!” He ordered and spanked me again, this time harder.“Yes, I’m enjoying this,” I admitted, feeling my face turn red. His hands slightly slide up and down legs.“Good girl, you’re going to do exactly as I say or else you’ll be punished,” he told me as he got off of me and stood up on the floor beside the bed.“Yes,” I said. He leaned over the bed and spanked my arse again, this time hard enough to make me cry out.“Yes what slut?” He growled in. It was however, our home. We met the occupants of the only other property on the third floor a day later. An innocent-looking blonde knocked on our front door with a parcel; we had been out when our new toaster had been delivered and she had accepted the delivery on our behalf.For the first month, she took almost all of our deliveries. The svelte beauty with long, fair hair would always knock on our door, moments after one of us arrived home, whilst wearing deliciously abbreviated shorts and a. They were probably an A cup. Facially she was attractive but her complexion wasn't the best.Some guys he new referred to her as a "Racehorse." Bob thought she was more of a "Thoroughbred."As to her small breasts she had already let Bob know that she was self-conscious of their size. He had tried to reassure her that they looked fine to him but she had her mind made up that they were too small and that was it. She would not let him touch them.Tonight they were going to dinner and a show. Bob.