“It seems not everybody is so happy to do my request. Perhaps, a few spanks on your buttocks will remind you who is in charge. Brian get on your han...s and knees. I shall give you your punishment.”Brian assumed the position on the bed. Mistress went into her closet and retrieved her paddle. She walked over to the bed and hit his buttocks five times. She hit him hard because she wanted him to know she was angry.Mistress didn’t think the first five paddles would do the trick. She continued to give. At no stage did he threaten me or even speak, and I guess with hindsight I could have just told him to 'Piss off' and worry later about him telling his friends or my daughter about my Internet shows.Craig followed me into the warm house. Still without a word passing between us I dropped my bag onto the hall table and hung my coat and scarf up. I turned to see Craig grinning at me. He tentatively stepped forwards and roughly grabbed my tits through my blouse. I flinched but didn't stop him. He. They were visibly hardening as he looked at me; my own body was responding to his hungry look…He asked me to bend over my stomach, because he wanted to take my rectal temperature. I lay flat facing the white sheets, as I heard some noise as if somebody was undressing…Suddenly I felt the paramedic climbing on the bed; the heat of his hard cock touching my smooth buttocks. Was he going to fuck me???He told me he had forgotten the thermal device to control my corporal heat, but he would take. I sat there, watching other dancers come in. Ok I thought to myself, fuck this place. I had saved up about $8,500 over the past few weeks. That was enough to hold me over until I found another job.The manager came out of his office smoking on a big cigar that looked like a smoking turd. "Ok ladies, let's get this place rocking."I watched his fat ass walking towards me. "Whats your problem" he asked meI smiled and looked at him in his blood shot eyes. "I think I need to move on from this place".