My final instruction was to assure that the girls had a good time.I went back to work running the place. It was almost 1:30 before I was able to take ... well deserved break. I was sitting on the bench shooting the bull with the doorman when I felt a presence behind me.I looked and found Shelia and her friends waiting to be acknowledged. I smiled."We'd like to thank you for everything tonight," Shelia started. "I guess I miss-judged you before." The last time we were here on that Saturday, you. "I reach upward slowly, just to touch it, but she snatches my wrist in her hand. "Don't you dare touch my hair!" she snarls, then laughs. She knows what she wants to happen, and she's exerting her dominance over me already."Sorry, You said…" My voice sounds so lame, just the way I intend it to. I want her to know I'm a nothing; that I can be used as she wishes. I wonder why it can't be this easy with men. They never read the signals, they just barge into your space, hoping to bludgeon you with. From what she remembered of him at the park and from his demeanor at the moment, she could not believe that he was a threat. She believed that he would take any opportunity to get out of the situation. He was the weak link. Purposely turning her back on the other two, Cheryl said to him "I don't know who you are. So far, the only thing you've done wrong is to follow this asshole and break into the house. If you walk out right now, we'll forget that. This is your chance to keep from screwing up. No, no."Yes," she said. "You are going to receive twenty strokes. And there is nothing you can do to prevent this. Understand?"I heard the swish of the riding crop, as Mistress struck the bed beside me. I jumped. Oh no.Mistress started gently enough. A couple of swats on my bottom, probably even on my panties or skirt. Then she lifted the skirt further up, and pulled my panties up my butt crack.And then, crack! Yow! Crack! Stroke after stroke. These much harder. I yelped each time now, into the.