I got out of the shower dried myself and dressed and went to the basement to work out before I got started with breakfast and my humdrum housework. Al... day I kept looking up at the clock willing the day to go faster. It seemed the day just went on and on. I had a simple lunch of a salad and tea and went back to my housework. It was three when I decided to go upstairs to my closet to see just what I could wear. All my dresses were conservative. I had no short skirts or blouses. I didnt have any. It was still damp so I started brushing and drying it,hoping to form it into some kind of style. As I did so, I realised it hadbeen two weeks since I had been to the salon and my hair had grown inthat time and was now comfortably touching my shoulders. I decided to dryit and simply brush it back into a pony tail. Holding it in placed with ascrunchie, I was pleased with how it looked, but knew it wasn't reallythat difficult. Perhaps I would need to learn how to do French plaits inthe future. In. She pulled her skirt back up and sat down. As she settled onto the couch again, Shannon couldn't help but squirm. Her senses were already on high alert and she hadn't even opened the last box yet. She eyed the box warily and took a deep breath as she pulled off the paper. As she pulled off the lid a curse sprang from her mouth, "That son of a.." She ignored the two clothes pegs in the box and pulled out the note. What sort of Dom would I be if I didn't include something for my own pleasure? I. Charles moved a chair and sat on it and, with his eyes, instructed the naked Nigerian woman to get over his lap but not before Charles had noted the size of her tits and the hair at her vagina.With Chika over his knee, Charles went straight into a hard and fast spanking and each SLAP SLAP SLAP to her buttocks soon had her bucking and groaning.On and on the spanking went and Charles was certainly stinging her cheeks and her groaning was now replaced by gasped expletives of 'Fuck' and 'Shit' as.