She noticed."It looks like you need some encouragement sissy! Lay over the back of this chair and grab it's legs...NOW!"I quickly complied. She then...grabbed the wooden paddle, pulled down my knickers and began to paddle me with fast hard smacks. In no time at all I was going "Ow! OW! Owww!!!" but the smacks kept coming."Keep ahold of those chair legs you pervert. This paddling hasn't even begun!" and the smacks came on without any letup. Thankfully for us there was no one in either of. Maria was gone.It hit me all over again, and my heart lurched with the realization. Without a doubt, I’d wake up like this for a long, long time. A conversation I’d had with my Mom about three years ago suddenly flashed through my head. I’d caught her crying in the kitchen one morning and had asked what was wrong as I’d given her a hug, trying my best to comfort her. She’d sobbed that it had been one of those particularly hard mornings and explained that in the foggy confusion between waking up. "Seriously, Sean. You’d have me believe that the two of you really had sex?" Heather whispered the last two words."Of course not, Mrs. Anderson,” Sean mischievously grinned, then pulled Heather close. “I've never had sexual relations with that woman," he whispered in her ear as he clearly mocked the claim of a former occupant of the White House.Heather felt the corner of her mouth smile as Sean arrogantly chuckled. She could tell that he was not in the slightest offended by what had transpired. We got into John’s car and started off. “Where are we going?” I asked. “We go to a high-end swinger club. It is called Couples Choice. It’s a very nice place and you get a lot of variety there,” John told me. On the way, John and Jane told us about the dos and don’ts of the club and we were well briefed. When we reached the club, John went to the bouncer and mentioned his reservation.After locating the request, bouncer let us in the club. Inside there was a reception. We took our coats off as.