Then at dinner they began to discuss fantasiesand it became obvious that my wife had a fantasy that he and his wifecould fulfill. She was curious. She...had questions and wanted to knowmore. She had acknowledged that I had talked to her about my crossdressing and submissiveness. How I had seen professional dominatrix inthe past. She talked about me and that I always enjoyed being a bottom,or tied up. She was invited by them to watch a slave of theirs betrained. She was than invited to a party at. "It wasn't Jane? Is she okay?" No, no, it wasn't Jane. But it could have been. You were right on the money there, Robinson. It was her best friend Stacey." Stacey Jackson?"Jesse nodded."Is she okay?" I don't really know." Jesse shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "She was in tears when Jane found her. Junior was passed out next to her. I let Jane take her home in my car. Man, Junior ripped her clothes bad. And there was blood on my front seat when we got home. I don't know what to do, John.. ’Sam gasped when I said this, her eyes begging me. Inwardly, I smiled to myself. This was a crucial part of our dominant/submissive relationship. Her uncertainty versus my knowledge. Her trust in me that I wouldn’t do anything to really hurt her.I was going to use the crop on her pussy - but not too hard. Just enough for her to feel it. But she didn’t know that, yet. And there lay the difference that gave me my power over her.I stepped close and raised the crop. I looked into her eyes, then. With the hem of her skirt tucked into its waistband and her cheer panties at half mast, stretched wide between her knees it was impossible to hide her private parts from this leering nerd. "Damn!, how could I have been so stupid, me and my big mouth" she fumed inwardly. She clenched her rear cheeks again, awaiting my first swat.The little pink rosebud seemed to be winking at me as the ping pong paddle connected with its intended target, Pam's perfect posterior. Payback IS a bitch!Smack....