He stopped her and, after freeing his cock from her hand, he spun around. His hand slid in between her legs and he could feel her closing her legs aro...nd his hand. It was a failed attempt at keeping him out. He started rubbing her sex simply exploring until he found the key to her desires. He moved his fingers from left to right over the little button that seemed to make her bow to his whim. She was still trying to get him away from her but now she was much less reluctant, only feigning. Now he’s sitting on the stump and I am going forward, forward, toppling, a huge hand steadying me onto his lap. The smell of lush foliage filling my nostrils and a hand sliding up the back of my dress, lifting it over my bottom. SLAPPP! ... SLAPPP! ...SLAPPP!... My first ever spanking. Oooooh! Oooowch! Oooooh! His knees beneath my tummy are rock hard and his hand is stinging me slap after slap. I’m ready, yes I’m ready to obey. Do I tell him or will he know? He’s not stopping, my bottom is. I don't likeit. He could wipe out what we want to know." Heinmann's father was part of the SS in the concentration camps. Hewas part of a team looking at programming people with alternatepersonalities." What!" Don't know how successful they were, all the results disappeared." How do you know this?" My mentor at Johns Hopkins was a Holocaust survivor who knew thefamily; he was saved from the experiment because young Karl likedtormenting him. Seems he hasn't changed." Why on earth do you work. "Even married ones." Do you?" She looked straight at me.Here it was, the moment of truth. Considering the conversation we just had there was no pointin holding back. "Yes I do. About once a day." Did you today?" Not yet. I probably will when I get home. This conversation has gotten me a little ..." Turned on?" she finished my sentence. She looked down at my crotch to see if there was any evidence. There was a little.I saw a little grin develop. She swatted me and said, "Better not be late.