” We both start to laugh. I then take my arm from around you and reach in my pocket. I pull out a little box and hand it to you, then lean up agains... the railing on the elevator wall very non-chalant. You slowly open it and see a ring… A key-ring to be exact. You look up at me puzzled, and now its my turn to smirk. I am silent for the rest of the ride up and all the way down the hall until we get in our room.I pull a large envelope out of my bag and spill its contents on to the bed. You start. I squeezed my legs together and I felt the pleasure surge upwards.What was this? Was this really me, horny at the sight of a 'dimpledwaitress' swirling skirt? Looking at the way her T-shirt moulded her breasts that rode high on her chest? Me? No way! But I couldn't take my eyes off her and she noticed me staring at her and gave me a knowing smile...I licked my lips and then felt Derek slipping into the seat next me. He had arrived without my noticing it. As we greeted I realised that my heart. Oh shit, this paddling isn’t going to be as easy as I thought it would be. “But, I’m not wearing panties,” I announced humbly. “Lift your skirt up, please,” he said again. I heard the sighs from Ms. Mahoney and guidance counselor as I pulled up my skirt. I bent over the desk and gripped it tightly. He picked up the paddle and placed his hand on the small of my back as he paddled my bare behind in front of everyone. He gave me about ten strokes at a time. It was both humiliating and exciting. I. . by then?”“I wuz ten-time champ at Sadderday-night drunk arm-resslin’, mebbe ‘leven-time. So ... yeah.”Kynthia lost it again. She had to grab the table to avoid falling off her barstool.Then came the saddest sound in the world. Last call from the bartender.“One more?” asked Kalliope“Nah, bedder not. I godda get s’m’ sleep. An’ yer gonna hava helluva hangover t’morra, Ossifer Kalliope.”“Ooooo-kay. Give yah a lift?”“Are you fuckin’ crazy? Yer not gettin’ behind a wheel! No, lemme ‘raise the.