"I'm not asking you to date her. I'm asking you to hire her," Icountered."What's her name?"I thought about it for a second before I said, "Beatriz Es...uivias,"figuring that he would be drawn to the surname due to his undeniableweakness for Hispanic women.Pablo leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard with a smile. Helooked at me and asked, "When she can she start?"I thought back to the available dates from the clinic and said, "A fewweeks, tops."Pablo nodded as he said, "Assuming, Karen. She was in tears at the end, but as I told her, it was for her own good.After a few weeks of 69 or blow-jobs every morning, and plenty of practice in the evenings she got very good at them. Rumours were flying around amongst the teenage boys at the school that she was freely giving out blow-jobs and they started to tease her. Suddenly they saw her not as an unattainable school assistant, but as an achievable sex object.They started lifting up her skirt when she was helping them and her ass was. I ventured in one night after work alone, feeling and looking painfully out of place. I sat at a small empty table near the bar and when the bar maid came over to ask what I wanted, I pointed over to a rowdy crowd of young men at the end of the L-shaped bar. They seemed to be having a blast, so I asked for, "Whatever they were having." The waitress raised her eyebrows and hesitated, looking at my small frame. "You want a pint of Guinness, love?" "Um, the smallest size, actually," I said meekly.. It was electrifying, and I wanted to see more.Lost in the burn that was building, your pillow fell to the side. Catching glimpses of your facial expressions made it obvious this punishment encompassed both pain and pleasure. After several minutes of giving you the sore bottom you deserved, I realized your sounds and the view of your body’s wiggles while laying over her lap was like a living, sensual art form. It gave me a smile that I couldn’t quite explain.My surrogate spanker seemed to be.