“And what are you being punished for?” “My poor performance.” “And this is your choice? You’re asking for this?” “Yes, sir.” “...ery well, then. You noticed the gifts I got for you?” Her face got redder. She nodded. “Go and get them.” Her feet unsteady, she walked out of the office, opened the drawer, and took out the paddle, then went to the corner and picked up riding crop.* Evan Duhamel watched Tracy walk out of his office. His cock stood rock hard in his slacks. He’d been waiting for. Now, as she pulled him up for a kiss, his penis slid right to her opening. She was tight to begin with, and with her legs together it took her five minutes to get him into her. It was done in small, infinitesimal movements, as this wiggle advanced him, and that pull made him go a tiny bit deeper. He was almost surprised when, as his own control vanished, and he pushed, he only had an inch left to go before her body stopped him.He stopped, looking down at her. Her eyes were wide open.“It’s in. You need a science fair project?" The bagged lettuce seemed to be arranged front to back according to the level of decomposition. Greg grunted briefly and moved away from John. He tried to draw Greg back into the process. "Pick a salad dressing and get some pop." John added a few of the less suspicious vegetables to the cart while he waited for Greg. Greg dropped a case of Coke on his tomato and abruptly broke his silence."I was going to go over to Evan's place for supper." John paused with a. This is to just introduce you to the two main characters, and give you some information about the dynamics between the two. The remaining chapters are longer. Oh, and if you are looking for non-stop, continuous banging, then you will be disappointed, and probably don’t even need to start. There are plenty of those stories available elsewhere. This is NOT a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am,’ story. While there may be some who question — at least early in the story — whether or not this is actually a.