" "I use corporal punishment to correct my servants when they makemistakes or don't obey me. If you are going to be my maid, are you willingto be puni...hed like that." Mr. Clark said while feeling her nice roundbottom. "Yes, sir. I don't want to be sent back to prison." "Good. I want to make sure we have that understanding. Also, when youare inspected or disciplined, I also expect you to keep your legs spreadapart. Now take off the rest of your maid's uniform so I can finish yourinspection. By. His shock of sandy hair and intense grey-blue eyes sit well in a face tanned from being out in all weathers. He rests warm hands on my shoulders and slides them down my arms. I turn and smile in welcome. We lean in for the customary polite kiss on the cheek, friends and just friends. We're both very aware of the sexual tension between us but have worked hard at not getting physically involved - I'm married, and he clearly went through a lot to extricate himself from a relationship which. I'll close my eyes. Hurry!"As I stripped down to my underwear it dawned on me that I was about to get into the sleeping bag next to my naked mother. I didn't know if it was the cold that was making me shake or the thought of getting next to her naked body. I looked up and saw her staring at me, "hurry up and get those things off! The only way we're going to survive this night is with our body heat." I knew she was right. At this altitude, the temperature would drop to the teens by midnight, and. "I tried to warn you Carla." Trey said menacingly then yanked her up against his lean body. Big brown eyes stared up at him as Carla’s hand automatically touched her burning cheek. "I told you there were other ways of dealing with Robert’s affairs but no, you just had to have a divorce. You’d settle for nothing less!" He fairly shouted and shook her roughly in the process. Then he hauled her closer, up on her toes, his breath like steam on her still burning cheek. "I only wish this had been in.