He was also the stereotypical Italian macho shithead! His mother was a saint and every other woman a slut! And of course since every other woman was a...slut it didn’t particularly matter to him with which slut he satisfied his urges. There was nothing for Ricky in the newspaper except the comics and the sports section, and the highest level to which Ricky ever bothered to compute was 9 (innings) + 24 (cans of beer in a case). But it had been their wedding night that had irrevocably turned. For some reason it just seemed like the right thing to do."We don't have to do this."I looked up towards him, slowly gaining control of my central nervous system again. His eyes were so sincere, so deep, and the depth of his love for me was plainly obvious with this one look. I bit my lip hard and nodded my head. He reached up, once more kissing me. The feel of his lips pressed against mine again completely distracted me from his hands. They were slowly tugging the jersey upwards. As I sat up. Maybe I needed a nice, warm bath. After all, I was going to have the house to myself, for a while anyway.As I sauntered off toward the bathroom, I started to take my clothes off, throwing them aside without a care in the world. I could pick them up later, when I was done with my beloved bath.When I reached the bathroom, I turned the light on, closed the door, and marveled at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled proudly at my naked body and carefully observed every part of my womanly shape. My. It was a spanking party, but she did take comfort in the rules, that no panties could be lowered in the ballroom.She had made up her mind she was going to confront Michael as he told her to call him and she couldn’t get past his guards in The Hancock Building.Anastasia could be head- strung and she knew she should not go alone, but who the hell could she take to a spanking club party! Now for wardrobe she had a knaki skirt that was quite short, which she could wear with her full cut panties and.