He still had a smile on his face too, which was a first. That was until he went to get out of bed and realised that the events of the day before had n...t been part of the dream. They had been real.His hands went automatically to his breasts and he realised that all of it had been real. In fact, the only thing that hadn't been was the dream he had just woken from. In the short time he took to consider this, the memory of whatever he and Stephanie had been doing had, thanks to his shock of. She hadn't slept. The head of HR would reprimand her. But worse, they would record her webpages in her employment file. Everyone would discover she enjoyed reading about girls getting punished.It wasn't just idle curiosity. She'd always held herself to account. Tough taps from her riding crop on her thin panties had stung and marked an event worthy of unpleasant private punishment. More dramatic than painful, the crop had marked her bottom and boosted her self-respect.Formal punishment had. I thought I knewwho was tailing me but I couldn't be completely sure. I got on the trainturned my cell phone on and slipped it into a seat back. Just before itdeparted, I slipped off the last car of the train and ducked into theladies room. I switched to a blond wig and red sleeveless vee- neckeddress that was scandalously short, and sling back mules. I put on a pairof large sunglasses. I had learned that the face of a tall blond who showed a lot of leg andcleavage seldom is seen. I walked. It was amazing to her that, even though they had sex once, the night before, she felt like it was the first time. Perhaps the spontaneity before had prevented the anticipation that she was now feeling?His closeness made the fires within her burn and the longer they were together the more her body threatened to become a wildfire. If she gave in, would she be no better than David? Could she do it again? But could she really stop her deepest desires?Together they fixed a drink and sat in the.