I was so nasty. Andy, will you teach us a lesson please? Don’t go easy on us.”She held out the spanking paddle to me. Where had that come from? I ...ook it gingerly, as if it might bite me, as indeed it had. In her usual voice, measured and firm, Xenia told her girlfriends: “I’m glad you realise you were wrong. Now we can be a bit lenient. However, you still need a good beating, and I am going to make sure you get every bit of it. Andy, honey, are you up to it?”I shook my head.“I didn’t think you. The company manufactured heating and plumbing supplies – and it had almost gone under a few years before. The CEO and his secretary had raided the corporate pension fund and ran off to South America. Beth Warner had swooped in after the company declared bankruptcy and kept 400 men and women from losing the only job most of them had ever known.She was an icon in Cutter’s Crossing – and Mason Prohl was just a machine operator. He wasn’t upper management. Hell, he wasn’t even lower management. He. I ‘cheered’ her bottle of water with my glass to ease any fears she may have had, and I looked over her shoulder: “Oh, that girl has gone! I wanted to see her legs, damn!” She threw another tissue at me, relaxing visibly, and rubbing her legs against mine under the table; “There are legs here” she said emphatically; “Oh, yes, they must have been the legs I was thinking of.”We finished, paid and walked home arm-in-arm, not like an old foreigner with a young local woman, but as friends often do,. Even though I had been in the US for quite some time, I never did coitus in my life. I had a girlfriend but she was a traditional Indian girl who never even allowed me to kiss her. But after two years of being in a relationship, we broke up because of the differences we had – her being north Indian and me being a south Indian.After the break up, I came back to India one summer and my parents had set up an arranged marriage for me. I didn’t have much say in it and the girl was very beautiful so.