Her raised arms had separated the robe in front, and Mike made no effort to hide his appraisal of her body. He took in all her charms, from the bronze...bush at the bottom of her belly, to the rosy tips of her breasts. As she moved the towel, her eyes fell on him, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared."Are you still here?"She then slowly pulled the robe closed, and tied the sash firmly, emphasizing her girlish waist."Come on over and have a drink Maggie. The heaves always give me a dry. Fuck. She left her makeup and pajamas out, telling herself she would remember to put it away when she got back. And she grabbed a pair of black block heels and her phone. She left out the back door, closing it quietly, and ran toward Mike’s house. She checked her phone as she reached the back door. 11:59.Jenny bent over and began to put her shoes on. As she stood back up, the door opened and Mike was standing there. There was beer on his breath, but he seemed relatively sober. “It’s good to see. .10…..”One after the other, jolting her body and ringing throughout the room.“11…….12……13…..”As the spanks continued she felt her mind going in to the “subspace” she had read about online. That blissful, disconnected place for submissives when disciplined - half here, half away. Her will and agency were vanishing. She was giving herself over to him. She maintained just enough composure to keep his cock safe and still in her mouth - as required of her.One other consequence of this paddling was a. " Incapacitated?" Yes, sir. I snapped his neck." You killed him?" Yes, sir ... after which he showed a distinct lack of capacity."In the wrong tone of voice, the words could be considered insubordinate. But, they didn't sound that way. They didn't even sound cocky, just matter-of-fact, "Please, continue your report, Sergeant." Yes, sir." Kent nodded. "I took the truck into al-Zabr, slipped out in the general chaos of the camp and reconnoitered the situation. The communication equipment was set.