The loud sounds and powerful feel he feltwhen he drove were gone. He pressed the breaks as the car came to a stopbefore the roadway. He looked in the ...irror and saw the feminine face hewould be forced to see five days a week. It was a girlish face thatseemed better befitting the car he was driving out of the lot than theone had driven into it.He turned onto the road and felt the distinct lack of pickup the car hadby comparison to his own. Simon drove the car towards his temporary homeat a speed. "Evelyn wondered exactly what SaM's Place Scale of Punishment was, but then a second disk descended from the ceiling. It resembled the tacheometer in Evelyn's car, except it went from zero to two hundred. The female slave picked up a paddle that looked like many other spanking paddles except that it had a small cord leading out of the tip of the handle. She swung the paddle and it connected with the male slave's ass with a resounding smack. The punishment meter read twelve and the announcer. She recognises the danger in this, and still she finds herself saying ‘once more’, but she knows if she continues thinking like this then she’ll never walk away. Of course logic states that it must end at some point, either they’ll be caught, or he’ll move away, or worst of all perhaps he’ll get bored of her, and the idea of letting it go on another week, another month, until the decision is taken out of her hands is a little too appealing for comfort. So she drives… She drives down long,. What? No 'What are you doing here, Allison?' No 'I'm glad you could stay, Allison'? Ally fidgeted, not sure what to do next. It was obvious everyone else had left, and she couldn't exactly get back to campus on her own without a ride.Then she saw it-the near-empty goblet of wine in his hand. Professor Salinger had been sipping on wine all evening. She wasn't too sure it was a good idea to have him drive her home, not if there was even a teensy chance he was intoxicated. A DWI charge wouldn't.