She imagined Jessica observing her humiliating spanking. Heat suffused her sex, and she blushed on the train. She loved Jessica. Now aware Jessica rec...ived proper punishment, instant respect underpinned her love.Rising from the couch as she entered their penthouse, Mark said, “You'd never suspect you'd received a serious thrashing. You walk with confidence and I love your smile.”He'd grown hard behind his desk today watching her sexy curves do their job, aware strict censure from her. ”[a few days later on the satellite phone]“Have you thought about what I said?”“Hey, don’t be so difficult. I had dinner with an old boyfriend last night. No, I didn’t fuck him but I sure wanted to. We did get each other off like we used to though. You know, those ways you thought were so sexy when we talked about them on our honeymoon. Hey, how are you dealing with our separation?”“Are you sure there isn’t more? One of the guys on the alternative shift has been hitting on me and says there are. None could summon the courage to speak, awed with the thoughts as to what horrific events had transpired to keep the usually so punctual man from his class, as well as hoodwinking the institution into not sending an uncaring substitute. It was at this point that one of the weaker willed members of the class broke down into tears, yelling "It's just not fair! He was so young!" While usually in this situation, this act and shout would have attracted sceptical glances and questions related to. .."The old man smiled enigmatically. "You may call me Sayasu. That name is as good as any." This is exactly the type of behavior that so often infuriates me when dealing with 'mystical' people, but for my wife's sake I made a heavy effort not to show my frustration. Instead, I asked the question that was on my mind."So where are the members of this class?" In response, I received another enigmatic smile, and an equally enigmatic response."Everybody who needs to be here is here. That is all that.