After fifteen swats, Mr. Smith said, “Melissa, you are taking this very well. There are only five swats left. Please count them out loud and say �...�Thank you, sir’ after each swat.”SWAT!“One, Thank you, sir.” Now it was very hard for Melissa to stay in position. She whished that she could stand up and rub her poor hurting bottom.SWAT!“Two, Thank you, sir.”SWAT!“Three, Thank you, sir.” Now Melissa didn’t even care that her legs were spread apart and she was totally exposed to everyone. She. She stopped and stared at the quaint green building. The boat-shaped sign over the window read ‘Barry’s Bait Boat’. The fishy scent that emitted from the store found its way up her nose, causing her to shirk in disgust. The neon sign that read ‘open’ was on the blink again, the ‘O’ kept flickering so that it read simply ‘pen’. The little wicker table and chairs outside sat empty, as always. With a deep breath - which she immediately regretted - Sarah opened the door and went inside; the. "What happened?" "I came to my senses," she grimaced, "with a little help from Leonard." "Well good old Leonard," he said. "Not that kind of encouragement," she said, collapsing against him and sobbing uncontrollably. "Come on love, it can't be that bad." "He wasn't interested in me," she mumbled. "He just wants conquests. He wanted to break us up, ruin me, and laugh about it. He just liked fucking and showing off. He took pictures of me. He was going to blackmail me. He said I should. As he does, she comes close to him-nearly touching him, bends over alongside him and points out the paragraph in question. As soon as she finishes explaining the situation, she takes a deep breath of his cologne, raising her desire even more. He signs the documents and hands her pen back to her, gently touching her hand. They exchange glances and this time, the connection was unmistakable. “Ok.” She thought, “This is my chance.” Trying keep her composure, she takes a single step away from.