When I looked down Ithought my bust stood out nicely."Smooth it over your hips." I did so. It was just slightly loose over myhips and slid easily over...the smooth nylon of my slip.She stood back and surveyed me. "Good enough to start with. You'll haveto get used to wearing skirts and dresses so walk up and down the roomhere and we'll get your posture right. Get you walking elegantly. Thefirst thing is to stand straight." For a whole hour she had me walk upand down in the room. It was strange. “Damn, I have to write a paper for a class about an occupation that I would consider. Would you mind being interviewed for my paper?” she asked.“Sure”, I replied.The problem was I was leaving town tomorrow for two weeks and she needed her paper done next week. The only time for her to interview me was today, so we finished eating and headed for her apartment for the interview. She needed to get the list of questions she needed to have me answer. I couldn’t believe I was heading to this. "It was late afternoon and we went inside. I hung my pistol belt at the kitchen door. Wendy hung hers beside mine. She said, "What would you like for supper that can be fixed?" How about hamburgers? There is some defrosted hamburger meat in the fridge."She got the hamburger out and looked around in the pantry. "Would spaghetti be okay instead? Every thing I need is available." That would be great. I just don't think that complicated." It's not, Tim. We have a jar of sauce and noodles. Give me. "NNNNNNOOOOO!!" Claire yelled back. "No more ... PLEASE .. no more!" with her eyes shut tight."Keep those eyes shut Claire. Are they closed?" he asked her."Yes, Mr. Strong, they're closed" she whimpered, still reeling from the pain on her ass."Good. Now turn around. That's it, turn around, and sit on the desk." he said.Claire slowly spun around with the pain in her ass now subsiding. She sat on the edge of the desk waiting for her next instruction. She had never been slapped on the ass so hard..