Looking at her small pile of white clothes, Staci went in search of her roommate to see if Jill might have enough laundry to make it worth running a l...ad of white clothes. Staci found a fully dressed Jill bent over, studying at her desk in her own room.Staci glanced around, before trying to get Jill's attention. Jill's room was neat as a pin, as usual, a point which irked Staci inexplicably. Staci wasn't a slob, she just wasn't a neat freak and it bothered her to live with someone who dusted. " Seriously?" Oh yes," she replied, and there was still that curious note of agitation (or was it envy) in her voice as she related all this."Hmm," I said, feeling that same erotic reaction on hearing this as I'd often felt during those months I kept track of what had been going on across the street!"You mark my words," my wife said after a short pause, "this sort of thing is growing; and it will keep growing. That young black guy is like a stud horse, wandering around spreading his seed all. Misty doesn't like being punished, though she knows she deserves and needs discipline in her life.Sir makes sure she learns each lesson well, by ensuring her bottom is a shade of red matching her trade mark rose red nail polish. Sir uses not only his hand on her bottom, but also his slipper, her hairbrush, his belt and the most dreaded implement of all, a fearsome strap which Sir keeps in a cabinet in his study to be retrieved and used, when a serious lesson requires to be learnt.Sir calls this. Laura’s house was not ostentatious. From the street it looked very much like many of the other homes in their suburb. But the back yard, walled for security, composed several acres. It was as quiet and secluded as any of the farm fields on which they had built their bonfires in the past. The walls on the outside were surrounded by a pasture which was used by a local woman who raised goats and sold boutique-style goat cheese. People in town wondered how she could afford to rent such a large area.