“You are to continue with your mistress’s beating.” he told her. “Please be so good as to deliver fifty strokes to her.” He held up his hand... “Mark my words well however. I expect you to administer the punishment as hard as you can. I shall be extremely displeased if you fail to follow my instructions and in any way lessen the severity of the punishment due to your mistress. Do you understand?” Sandra gulped and nodded numbly. This was a most unexpected development and not one which she was at. When I arrive at the oval office he would be sitting at a small round table and would motion for me to sit across from him. For looks, he would have papers on the table. We would have a bit of small talk, with me bending over slightly so he would be able to see the lace of my sexy red bra. I would notice him staring at my cleavage and smile at him when his eyes were back on my face. I would slip off a shoe and rub my foot up and down his calf. He would be able to feel the sexual tension in the. He gave options and allowed that I could and would make the reasonable decision for my needs and preference.We stopped for lunch at a truck stop along the way and I dozed off afterwards. I hadn’t intended to sleep long, but when I woke up he was stopping in a rest stop. That gave me the opportunity to wake fully with a short walk, washing my face, and the rest room. The whole issue of demands, pushing, and strong-arming to have things done and how that related to my life previously somehow all. She was an only child and lived with her mom.The more I talked with her, the more I wished I had gotten to know her better earlier in the year. She was one of the quieter and more conservative girls in the class who never went to parties and, as far as I knew, didn’t date. She’d always more or less been on the periphery, helping me with my Swedish, but otherwise not really interacting with me.“Why didn’t we do this earlier in the year?” I asked.“Do what?”“Get to know each other.”“I tend to be.