He had got her to sing and dance and, well it was hardly embarrassing, forget where her seat was and sit down on the MD’s lap by mistake – and tha... was how she knew who had set her up. Not that she minded. He was a sweet old duffer. She had thought the hypnotist long gone but caught sight of him just as they got to the last dance, the last slow dance when Michael had finally kissed her. They had kissed the whole dance just slowly twirling on the darkened dance floor. Of course after that first. Deliciously sweet with just the right amount of sweat. My tongue hits the bottom of your jeans and you scowl as I remove it from your stomach. I grab you by your hips and hook my thumbs into your jeans. My hands slide down your legs, rubbing them as I go, freeing them from your restrictive jeans. I arrive at your feet and give them a little kiss. Kissing my way upwards, along your thighs. Slowing down as I'm approaching your pussy, that is by now frustrated with how long it's been ignored. My. "Pull down your pants," he commanded.She lay bent over the table and realized he was going to punish her. She slowly began to push her pants and panties down. She was fully aware of what he was capable of doing to her and she knew it would only be worse if she didn't comply. "I don't want a whipping," she lamented."Then get your shit together," he said and he brought the strap down hard across her bare bottom. THWACK! "I told you what your responsibilities were. If you live here with me, you. Iona had come too far to turn back. Besides if her knowledge of him was correct, Kieren already knew that she was at his door. The man missed nothing. She must now prove herself to be a woman and not a child frightened of confrontation. Her boldness was firm in other aspects of her life, why not here? Why not now?Iona opened the door, closed her eyes and stepped in. She expected a knife to be placed at her neck or to be restrained in some way. But when she felt nothing, she opened her eyes..