I was just too curious. That I was "her sissy boy" intrigued me and I had to see where things were going.When we got to the truck I went to open the d...or for her but she pushed my hand away from the doo handle and instead she reached for the handle to the back door. She pulled the back door open and said:"Back seat sissy boy."I guess I was a little too slow for her so she pushed me into the truck and I ended up on my back on the back seat. Freda's hands went to my zipper and she pulled it down. Oliver could vaguely recognise the face of the Dean of discipline from some years back.He looked older,his face was wrinkled and his once brown beard had been shaved to form a goatee which was long and unkempt ,his hair was straggly ,but there was that stern look on the old face,that same stern look that many a boy,including Oliver had dreaded at school.The Monk's table was filled with folders and books and as Oliver stepped further into the room he became aware of rows of books piled on. A swinging door on the far side of the room told her where the kitchen was. The roof of the ‘dining room’ appeared to be supported by a large, bare log extending upwards from the center of the floor. She heard the clanking shuffle behind her. She turned to look as Jaz opened the door and scooted out on to the porch. She saw her husband step away from the counter grinning and jingling the keys at her. She followed him out to the door. A warm breeze had started up since they had entered the. “Perhaps...” she began, her eyes looking at a point far, far beyond him, “a little...spanking will help me get up, Mr. White.”“That is a very...creative suggestion, Faye.”His voice was completely calm. As if this was something that happened here, in this office on a regular basis.“Now, please take your skirt off.”She nodded. Began to open the buttons. Pulled the zipper down. She knew she had missed her chance to get out. But was that really what she wanted?To be honest, she didn´t really know.