A cacophony of jokes, discussions and requests for more coffee rose around her as she moved forwards. It was crowded, but not uncomfortably cramped. P...ople moved aside to let her pass - quite different to the closed-huddle crowds of a bar or night-club. No hands caressed her rear, no drinks spilled over her as she moved through into the centre of the large room. The atmosphere was inviting, not threatening: happy, not raucous.She saw now that the room was much larger than it had appeared from. He walked over to the bed and sat back down, “For this, I want you back over my knee, Christine.” Christine walked back over to his right side and lowered herself back over his lap, remembering how to position herself properly from the first time. Mark reached over and grasped her right wrist and brought it up behind her back, pinning it just above the top of her bottom. He brought the brush down and patted her left sit-spot and then gave her two hard strokes, one on the left sit-spot and one. He had to wait about thirty seconds before she answered it."You don't have to knock, Rocky, just come on in," she greeted him with that sweet smile and a light hug. "I'll be ready in ten minutes, coffee's on and Amanda is in the living room dying of impatience."Rocky nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Her standing there in that black embroidered robe made him forget everything he had resolved that morning. The absolute worst thing about it was not that she looked sexy as hell; no, it was. It took me almost a year." You aren't disappointed in me?" she let me kiss her tears away. Then Ikissed the top of her head."No Samantha, I'm not disappointed at all. But tell me, did I hurt youwhen I pulled your hair. I'm so sorry I did that." No Ma'am, I'm used to having that done." She blushed. "The last time Icouldn't talk for a week, because he forced it down my throat andwouldn't let go."She saw the anger in my eyes, "I'm sorry someone forced you to do that.it's something that should only.