"That dress would make you look absolutely beautiful, along with a pair of stockings, sexy high heels, big hair, chunky jewelry and smoldering makeup....You would be the belle of the ball with all eyes gazing upon your beauty as you glide into the room. All the men would want to be with you and all the ladies would be envious of you. Your beauty would light up the room and lighten the heart of all you meet." Oh my...." was all I could mutter, I was becoming lost in the moment. Here we were, in. " I thought you were blind." That was your idea, not mine. The mind is an amazing thing. It fills in the blanks. It creates fictions to cover gaps in the reality that it sees. I couldn't see what you could see so your subconscious decided that I must be blind. A perfectly logical deduction but based on a flawed premise." I don't understand." You were lost. You've been stuck for a very long time. You were only seeing what your mind would allow you to see. You were living that one Thursday. “So,” he said, “are you going to draw this out any longer, or do I actually get to fuck?”“Has he learned any politeness today?” Cherry asked Vanessa.“Not a lot, it seems, but he’s a stubborn one—I knew that before he got here. What do you think, Jaylee?”“I think he’s a sweetie underneath it all, but I get what you mean. He could be nicer … More respectful.”“Are we gonna have to school you some more, Mister?” Cherry inquired. “I got worse things in that bedroom than paddles. Try again.”Oh shit.. A trickle of thick, creamy semen ran down her red-striped buttocks and onto the spanking rug beneath her. She was dimly aware of strong arms picking her exhausted, battered body gently from the floor; of being carried out into the corridor, through other doors and around corners before being lain in a soft bed. The smell was familiar. It was her bed. It was over. A small pillow was slipped under her head and a blanket was carefully pulled over her. A kiss was placed on her forehead. She fell.