It was three weeks ago that she gave Marsha her first spanking. They had argued, and Marsha had accused Mrs Howard of not knowing what she was talking...about. Mrs Howard decided to show Marsha she did know how to deal with rudeness and forced her across her lap and spanked her bare bottom. It seemed to work because Marsha was very apologetic afterwards, as she rubbed her sore bottom that is. Well, as life would have it, the following week Marsha snapped at her again and so Mrs Howard spanked. Marlene locked the door, turned, and walked back to where Stacey sat. ‘Stand up, please,’ she said softly. Stacey did as she asked and the minute he did, the woman pulled him into her arms and kissed him, her tongue sliding between his lips. Stacey needed no further encouragement. His hands cupped the lady lawyer’s buttocks and he pulled her against him. Passion arced between them like electricity. When the kiss ended, Marlene leaned back in Stacey’s arms, keeping her middle pressed against. I told my friend to excuse my absence. He took up the matter with girl’s parents and they assured him that there were septic latrines in the village and his friends could attend without any hesitation. I had no option but to attend. The marriage was a grand success. I thoroughly enjoyed the hospitality, the food and the village atmosphere in the evening bride’s brother Ravi accompanied me for a stroll in the village. The village was so small you could complete one round including all lanes by. I looked up at him and said "Hell yeah! Tequila." A guy took the seat next to me and I silently prayed it wasn't the guy I was just grinding with. I looked over to see Eric Dane. I gave an innocent smile. "Hi." I said, and raised my martini to him in acknowledgment. "I'm Cassiday. And you are..?" "Hey. Eric Dane." He looked at me as if he have expected me to flip my shit. He jutted his hand toward me and I shook it. When we let go he pointed to my drink "Nice."I laughed, "Yeah. No kidding." I.