The next morning I woke up right around six oclock. That was very unusual for me on a Sunday, normally I would have slept until around 10:00. But then...I realized what brought me out of my sleep. Erin was awake already and she was in the bathroompuking her guts out as quietly as she could. I got up and went to the door and knocked gently, asking if she was ok. She said, Yeah, Im ok. But whatever you ate last night, it got me, too. The toilet flushed and the water ran in the sink. She began. The chairs and couches in the alcoves were done in red velvet, and the walls dark, almost black beams running over them. The whole place was stylish, exclusive and most of all, stagnant. Being as exclusive as Dark Candy was, everyone knew everyone, which really took the tension out of the scene. However, I kept coming back every weekend, and sometimes during the weekdays as well, as was now the case.A dreary, frustrating thursday at work left me screaming mad. As allways, I decided to battle my. “My work will be much better, Miss Dalton. Please stop spanking me. My bottom is on fire. I can’t take anymore!!” “You are doing just fine, Carla. Now count out the last few.” As Angie delivered each crisp spank, the perfectly shaped bottom bounced, the head below lifted up, and a gurgled count was squeezed out. Each CRACK, SMACK, WHACK, was followed by a yowling that sounded like “Twenty-three, Miss Dalton … Owee, that was Twenty-four, Miss Dalton, please no more, it hurts so much ... Yoweee,. She told me how my hands seemed to caress every spot that needed extra attention. She wished her husband, John would touch her the way I did. Right out of college she had married her college beau. John was a couple of years ahead of her and had landed a job as VP at a local bank downtown. Both Ellen and John put in long hours at worked and their intimate times seemed to be getting shorter every month. I think Ellen actually felt that my massages were the foreplay she was missing at home. After.