Ryan pushed his pants and boxers down to his feet and bent over the table. I looked at the paddle and gave a little smirk. I swung the paddle back and...hit his ass hard. "Shit!!! Amanda!!!" Ryan yelled. "There is going to be more. I think 10 is a good number," I said swinging the paddle again. It made a loud smack on his ass.I took the paddle and swung it again even harder. "Damn!" Ryan yelled again putting his hand over his ass. "Ryan move your hand now!" I said. He moved his hand just as I. It was barely anappetizer." Really? What could possibly top the spectacle of having one of thelower castes show up uninvited to the Clubhouse?" Well ... apparently Jen's grandmother died last night. So bright andearly this morning, her folks dragged her all the way up to B.F.E.,Michigan for the wake and funeral. She might not make it back untilFriday afternoon." Really?" I asked, feeling a ray of sunlight come streaming into mysoul. If Jen the Tyrant was gone for a few days, then maybe whoever. I have a VERY soft spot for gorgeous redheads.”“I’m not sure if ‘soft’ is a compliment!” she teased.I laughed hard, “Good point.”The waitress brought our breakfast and set everything before us, then refilled our coffee cups.“So why did Ben invite you to the User Group?”“To get to know you better and forge a good working relationship for our technology practice. He figured it was better here than in LA.”I grinned, “Fewer tongues to wag. I have something of a reputation.”“Yes, you do!”“So, what’s. Lizzie, I am not your uncle and when you call me Uncle Carlo, you make me feel like an old man. From now on, I am Carlo to you. Deal?”“Sure, Unc… oops. I mean, Carlo,” I said with a grin.“From now on, what would you prefer to be called… Liz or Elizabeth? Lizzie was your little-girl name, but now as I can see, you are a woman.”My face felt hot as if I was blushing and I felt a twinge of my pussy at those words. My god, this hunk thinks of me as a woman. It struck me like a lightning bolt on how.