Now normally my choice of woman would not have been as described but over a period of several weeks I became fixated with her. Her daily routine becam... almost a study course for me and I was fascinated with her body, the soft movements within the light cotton fabric of her clothes, the ample swell of her breasts and the tantalising glimpses of bare breast as she leant over. I became quite familiar with her through those lenses.After a while I decided to meet her and feigned a reason for going. " It's not that bad." I answered.At this point, Rhonda walked up to the ladder and offered to steady it as I reached for the final piece of trim. When I thanked her for her concern and help, I found her hands on my thighs, as opposed to the ladder."My, My, My" she said..."you're really built well."I turned slightly, to acknowledge her compliment and that's when her one hand found my cock through my painter's pants."Oh My" she exclaimed. "You're REALLY built well, aren't you?"I didn't know what. " A big difference. What with my physical body safely sequestered in Mistress Aeraal's quarters on the Svelte Lady, there was no mortal flesh to insulate and cushion the spanking. A paddling in spirit form is ten times worse than one received in physical form."Hansen rubbed his bottom in sympathy, "I can't fathom what that must have been like. What did you do to deserve an immortal glow?" At the time of the spanking, it had been two years since my last visit to the Beastlands. And damn, was. Most times I would just come here to prop myself up on one of the benches that ran the length of the walls in the room set aside for dancing and watch the parade of people. As I stepped out on the floor, I realized that tonight must be my night to be the entertainment since the dance floor was nearly deserted. As I was in rare form and horny as hell, I really didn’t mind too much. As song with a slow, heady beat began to throb to life, pulsing from the speakers, my eyes wandered over the masses.