I was drinking too much and went to the kitchen to get another beer. There was this woman again, leant against a doorframe talking to people I couldn'... see.I moved behind the wall and felt her ass cheek through her dress. She didn't flinch or interrupt her flow. I put my hand under her dress and had a feel of her legs. Again she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Not wishing to get caught I drifted off out the other door and back to the party.Later that evening we were. He does feel like a wild animal caught in a trap which cannot, dares not, move.Emma smiles at him and leans to kiss his lips as the butterscotch hardens on him. He is rather aroused as she dripped it on him, and now it feels like it is confining him so much.“How does that feel Donald?” Emma asks him.“Please, Emma, release me, it feels so hard and tight against me,” he replies.Again, Emma smiles, “Well the ice cream was rather cold, so perhaps we should let you enjoy this state for a moment or. She knew she had broken the rules, but a spanking at her age. It was too humiliating to even imagine.Jim Davis continued to wait in the living room for two reasons. He needed to cool down a bit, he didn’t want to discipline Amber while he was still so angry and, secondly, he wanted Amber to have a few minutes to contemplate her actions and the consequences of those actions.Jim had only three rules:1. No drinking outside the home. He permitted Amber an occasional glass of wine.2. No d**g usage,. What such fineries might she await him in this night? His heart beats longingly, like some primitive drum. He's prepared well his oratory of persuasive verse, hoping she'll approve, and react in manners that matter most to his own erotic tendencies.He's tried hard to create something that might stimulate her beyond all concern for self-consciousness or reserve. To see her squirm, to hear her sigh or gasp, or moan, to know she can't help but unconditionally surrender her desire and freely.