Billy's strange ideas, Anne believed, were buried and nearly forgotten. In fact, when she thought of Billy as a spy, she found it amusing if a bit sca...y.She and her white-haired aunt along with some senior naval officers who had known her late husband celebrated Christmas together with toasts to the King, the Howes and to the British navy, the wassail bowl seemingly bottomless and the plum pudding and mince pies arriving from the kitchen endlessly along with plates of sweetmeats and ham-stuffed. I wasn't on the schedule the next day and I was fairly busy going back and forth between a few studios. I stayed away from the store all day. The next day though, when I showed up for my lessons there was a box waiting for me at the guitar counter. I took it around the counter and sat on the stool. Inside the box was a tee, just like the one I was wearing the other day, same concert tee. I couldn't believe it. I mean mine was a good seventeen years old. There was a note with the prettiest. As she rocked with each swat, her hardened nipples rubbed against the desk. As her eyes moistened, so did her pussy. As her butt burned and throbbed, so did her heart. Excitement and pain crashed into each other furiously, blending together and becoming one overwhelming wave falling over her again and again. She had reached a state where nothing in the universe existed but her body and the paddle.She slowly returned to reality when the gap following the last swat widened and widened, not to be. He thought my gasp was because of his light touch over my clit, which made me gasp further. He bent his head down to kiss my clit lightly, keeping eye contact at all times. He saw my breathing change as he excited me more. Running his thumb over my clit he teased my pussy opening. He kissed the inside of my thigh at the same time too, getting me into a frenzy. I reached for the back of his head as he hovered over my clit, but to my surprise, he pushed against it, “not yet darling. You have to.