He eventually relented saying that if I agreed, he would give me a break and personally administer punishment for my totally inappropriate behavior. ...He told me I was going to get the worse spanking of my life. Then I said something I came to regret. I told him my parents didn't spank me. He said, "Well then you are long overdue, and I'm going to make up for their mistake.' Mr. Harris then added, "Here's the deal. You will not fight me and will cooperate fully with your punishment. If you. But now it was mainly used by dead beats and of cause the local prostitutes. The man who ran it really did not want us here.But my mother had told him of our situation and that we really needed some were cheap so we could save some money towards getting a little flat.She told him that we would both keep to ourselves and not interfere with his business.Very reluctantly he allowed us to stay on the condition that we did not interfere with anyone and kept out of his way.We now where trying to. .almost... Now that I had Harris just yards away, though, I knew what I would be doing, and who I'd be thinking about doing, later tonight alone on my bed. I smiled a little at myself in the mirror as I dried my face with the towel, and wondered if I had fresh batteries.In my bedroom, now lotioned up from head to toe with my favorite products, I stepped into my favorite cozy little romper. It was just an old thing, cotton now worn thin from years of wear and washing. It buttoned up the front. He was losing the woman he loved. Karen returned the following Monday and after a brief exchange the subject was dropped. Karen didn't set any conditions. Joe said he didn't want to do anything that could ruin his marriage so he promised to quit dressing. Karen merely looked at him with an "I don't believe you" stare. Joe held up his end of the promise for about six months. Then the dreams started. First it was only at night. Joe would toss and turn all night. He would wake with a start.