The groom slips the noose over her head. She gives a startled gasp as the weight of the knot settles against her neck, but she stands straight and pro...d while he adjusts the knot snugly under her ear. "Don't forget my legs," she whispers, "I don't want to ruin the effect of my dress." He quickly kneels down and straps her ankles together. Then he stands up and takes her in his arms. They kiss hungrily. She rubs her body against him, feeling his erection through both their clothes. At last,. I could feel their smug joy, and I looked away, knowing I had to brace myself for whatever Mr. Allen had designated as my punishment. I heard him undoing his belt, and I kept my skirt lifted.“YOU SLUT!” He had wrapped the belt around his hand, and brought it down without warning onto my bare flesh. “YOU LITTLE WHORE! You’ll never be late again in your entire life, and all thanks to me! I want to hear it, whore! I want to hear your appreciation!”“Thank you, Sir,” I whimpered as the belt. Well, I hope you didn’t find any of it insulting.”“No, but I must say, there may be a legal issue. I assume you have a very expensive lawyer.”“Of course. She’s great. Just great. She could always use the chargeable time. What crime have I committed?”“Well, you see, it turns out your story bears an awful lot of resemblance to one written twenty-five years ago. The point of view, granted, does differ. But even so: an eerie amount of resemblance, even if the names are—slightly—different. There. “Drop your pants,” I say.He hesitates for a moment, but I look into his eyes. Hemoves his hands from my breasts and down to his waist.He slowly finished loosening the belt then unbuttonedhis pants.“I don’t…” he began.“Just do it!”So he unzips his pants, removes his shoes, socks andfinally removes the pants, leaving his underwear on.I roll my eyes.He removes the underwear as I remove my jeans andpanties, tossing my shoes onto the.