I was throwing back my head growling at the same moment she was, both of us coming so hard, I knew I’d have her splashing on her chair I was filling...her up so full, with what felt like gallons of my seed. Considering how often we played at her desk, I was just glad her chair was leather, so we could clean it before we finally went home at night.And that was basically how I spent my summer internship. We’d work hard all day, while I’d keep my eye on the clock, anxious for our evening of sexy. "I sat looking at the email a freezing fear going through me, he couldn'tdo this to me, he was killing me, the blackmail was tearing me apart.Now I couldn't even go to the police, they'd trace everything to me, seewhat I'd been writing about for years and only see me as a gay, sissypervert. I was done, beaten, trapped, I had no idea how I could get outof it. With my head full of anguish and a shaking hand, I picked up thelipstick and carefully did my lips, my heart in my throat.Even though I. You wait and see. You'll soon be using that tongue of yours." "You're on. I'll take that bet." We finished eating, snickering the whole time, not believing either one of us could win that bet. Admit tingly, it seemed pretty bizarre. Not totally out of line, but a little bizarre. I knew Kathy. I wasn't too sure she could do it. Writing about fantasies and what one wants sexually is one thing, but actually doing it is another. As soon as we were finished eating, we took a half hour walk to help. I can’t bear it anymore, I know I will be punished, but as you push in the last bead I push myself against your hand. I have to have your touch. Your smart smack on my arse is expected; the crack loud in the quiet of the almost-night, but it is so hard that it still comes as a shock. I cry out and you smack me again, on exactly the same spot … and again. It is harder, harder than you have every smacked before, but you rub it afterwards, gently and lovingly, soothing me slightly. I feel you.