The lads came back with the drinks and we said this will have to be our last we are going back to the hotel for a few in the club lounge to just wind ...own it was only 2 o'clock and Sol said he would come back with us and get us free drinks and we can just wind down together and have a laugh his mates asked if they could come back and Sol said it would be fine if he was there as he worked there. we got back to the hotel and we sat chilling and just talking shite mainly football when Wendy said. .that is -- until I met Damon. Damon was the polar opposite of Jeremy. While Jeremy worked at an established fortune 500 company, Damon was a powerful “hustla.” In other words: he sold drugs. Weed, crack, meth, jiggs -- you name it, he sold it. On any given day, Damon would probably be wearing baggy designer jeans, a large t-shirt, expensive sneakers, and plenty of gold jewelry and diamonds. Jeremy was thirty-five with a squeaky clean history, no kids, and always wore expensive Armani. I was soon crying but Sharon was still telling me off, and reminding me what one strike meant; and that I had better learn soon enough or I might get four five or six spankings a day. That telling off did strike a chord. I knew being spanked was a huge turn on for me but doubted four or five times a day will be much fun. I supposed that Sharon was driving her point home with a very persistent hand spanking and telling me that I need to improve my behaviour to avoid that number of spankings. She. Just do,Christ????.please do it? Sean though simply gave Catherine another,lighter ?Thwack? of the cane. ?You have to ask me properly Catherine? heralmost whispered, and, as she gave the required number and asked for more, sherealised that for the first time Sean had?called her ?Catherine? and, when his fingers again so frustratinglyto? outlined her cunt lips, she suddenlyrealised what he was demanding of her. ?Oh dear God?.I?m sorry??.. forgiveme???????..please Sean?????.fuck me???????.please.