You're about to graduate, would you like to learn another good lesson today?"I thought about it for a second, fiddling with the material of my dress a... my fingertips which must have looked hot because I remember seeing him smile and stare. I wasn't sure what kind of lesson he was talking about and I had no idea how crazy things were about to get. I'm so glad I said "yes sir, please teach me a lesson today." Turn back around!" He snapped."What?" I asked, a bit puzzled by the intensity of his. Naturally the new doctor immediately asked me to keep a diary. I’m convinced that getting the patient to keep a diary is step one in the textbook. Every psychiatrist I’ve ever had has asked me to keep a diary. I’ve written so many of the blasted things that I could write a book – perhaps a series of books – about my life. Not that I would want to.I expect all the relevant information about me is already in the files but I suppose I should summarise. I’m Peter Stone, age 36. I’m an electrical. Of course, her confessor was sworn to absolute secrecy according to the laws of the church and she was gratified beyond belief by that simple measure of concealment. Besides, he was a bit hard of hearing and half the time she thought he was merely going through the motions pretending he heard everything she related even though he only heard half of it and understood the extent of her terrible sins.Sister Agnes had gotten distressingly obsessed with the process of accepting her spanking. I am alone right now. I’m here on vacation with my husband, but he’s in the condo doing business.” My mystery man seemed to pause for a moment while he digested what I said. Then a slow smile crept onto his sexy face. Ugh! Why was he so gorgeous? “My name is Jairo Carrillo.” He stuck out his hand and I marveled at the way his name rolled off his lips. Oh, his lips! I felt my clit throb a little. “I’m Jessica.” That’s it. That’s all I was able to get out. “Jessica, would you like to cool off in.