She needed some time to "take care of the arrangements," whatever that meant.I didn't require a shower but I needed one. I craved some familiar activi...y, some island of stability in this stormy new sea. I dried my new hair vigorously, marvelling that my head now felt as clear as ever, without a trace of pain or dizziness. I knew then I'd suffered my last hangover. I removed the towel and watched in the mirror as every hair fell into perfect alignment. And there wasn't even a hint of. He was an older guy and really liked to see me come in and help me. As time went on our conversations turned sexual with him joking about how many girls I had played around with and so on. Well, I hadn’t because I was only just 13 and had jock thoughts on my mind not girls. Oh, by that time I was really into masturbation and walking around with a perpetual hardon 24/7. I told Jack, the manager, that I really hadn’t messed with girls but admitted that I beat off a lot. He laughed and told me. He said for me to slip my jeans off slowly over my bottom so I sort of gyrated as I undid the zip, and I remember hooking my fingers into the waist band as I slip them off over my bum, he was really wanking hard, I turned round to watch, and the more I showed him the harder he was wanking. I took them down to my knees and then bent my bum towards him as I took them down to my ankles, then off one leg then the second. So just my bra and panties to go! I thought, first time, and loving it. I. “Yes, Sir,” she agreed.He sat down and snapped out a command, “Lay across my lap, slut, so I can spank you for cumming without permission!”She gasped and said, “I didn’t know I needed to ask!”“You should have asked anyway. Sluts do not control their own orgasms; their Masters do. I am your Master for your training sessions. You will do as I say. Now, I will add additional spankings for your insubordination,” he said curtly.Susan nearly protested, but she kept quiet. She nodded and lay over.