From his personal predilections he believed that her arse had just right degree of plumpness for a satisfactory spanking."Why?" he asked, "We gave you...a job and the computer helps you all it can. Why do you have to mess it up? Why do you lie to customers when the computer tells you the truth? Were you not punished for lying as a child? Well now you are to be sacked. I hope you realise that you have let us all down and that I, personally, feel very sad. I had high hopes for you, but it seems you. I knew it wasn't one of the girls I regularly had sex with because I gave them all copies of the key to my house."Just a minute!" I yelled.I got to the front, tightened the belt on my robe, and opened the door.It was a woman dressed in blue. She was a cop!She said a name and asked if it was me."Yes," I said."I'm Officer Krysta. Can I come in?" she asked."What's this about?" About possible inappropriate behavior on your part."The words were like being dunked in the Arctic ocean. I instantly. Thesensation seemed to last forever as time ceased meaning. It was pleasureso strong it almost hurt. The feeling wasn't just sexual, it was beyondorgasmic, beyond description.Sometime during that eternal moment I realized my mistake. There isn't awoman alive who can make a man feel like that, not with a kiss oranything else, no matter how skilled or beautiful. I'd let myself getdistracted by a nice pair of legs, caught the attention of somethingnasty, and now I would pay. Though pay was the. She was affable, but clearly not interested in me any more.At the end of my first University year, my experience level had not advanced sexually, but my growth spurt had begun, along with some pimples. These little spoilers offset any lessening of my inferiority complex achieved by growing, eventually to a full six feet. The pimples did not last long, with the proper care and attention, so I entered my second year in reasonable spirits.This year coincided with the craze of the "hambone" and.