“When I’m done rewarding Dixie, I’m going to teach you a damn lesson.” That has my head snapping up.Bayard brings the other chair in the room ...ver in front of Sabina. “Dixie, come here and sit down on the chair.” Slowly, I make my way over to them and sit down on the chair facing Sabina. Bayard gets down on to his knees making my eyes go wide. Lifting up my right leg he places it over his shoulder. Next, he trails kisses up along my right thigh stopping when he gets close to my pussy. Then, he. “Not an online group of saddo serial shaggers, but somewhere where you might possibly meet the next Mrs Bottomley” was how she curtly put it.So I duly enrolled with Cupid’s Bow. It wasn’t cheap. After an uncomfortable face-to-face interview with a middle-aged woman who looked like a retired traffic warden, I was admitted to the group’s exclusive membership on the understanding that ‘smutty hanky-panky will not be tolerated.’ Social events comprised pre-booked theatre trips, supper evenings in. She actually had a relatively nice body. Her perky tits were poking against the silk. In her embarrassment her nipples had become stiff, or maybe it was the result of rubbing against the silk as she walked. Part one of my plan was in place.I had several complex memos and letters for her to finish and suggested that since they needed to be out today I would buy her lunch and she could eat at her desk. I knew what she would order and from where. She was not quite a vegetarian, but always. “Thank you, Mistress Elaine. Eighteen. Thank you, Mistress Elaine. Nineteen. Thank you, Mistress Elaine. Twenty.” There came a pause. “Stand.” I scrambled to the upright position, clasping my hands behind me, gazing at the floor. “Put your panties on properly.” I snugged the now familiar, skimpy garment over my warm cheeks and shriveled penis. “Curtsy.” I curtsied, swaying a bit. “Punishment.” I bent my head down and clasped my thighs. “Start counting at one each time I punish you.” Wham! The.