Whether the Chief Eunuch took pity on her, or whether he had intended only six strokes originally she never knew, but she was lifted from the frame an... sent back for another bath. The water was appreciably hotter than usual and the skin which was already stinging from the spanking hurt abominably again. The eunuch attending the bath also took delight in scrubbing her arse with a stiffish bath brush, adding to her discomfort.Later that evening, fully recovered from her chastisement and bathed,. He introduced himself, he name was Ian, I explain my situation and that I am married like him, we found a table and as the wine was flowing so did the chat for a while. Before long we begin to start flirting. In my head I imagine him naked which as I said was not my type so I found it a little amusing. I take off the shawl I have over my dress and smiled as his eye’s immediately look at my breasts. Not being big headed but I do have reasonable sized tits and men tend to have conversations with. The next thing that I knew, one of the ladies decided she was going to try everything on for size. I cannot remember her face, but I do remember she wore glasses and had long dark hair and a very full figure. Not caring a jot about the boy on the floor playing with his cars, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall casually to the floor, this was followed by her jacket and blouse, until she stood there, just a few feet away from me, in her black panties and bra, I remember vividly the moment she. ’ Somehow she found her voice. She put her hands in her lap so he wouldn’t see her fingers twisting together. ‘I’m sorry. It’s not, ah, not very mature of me.’ ‘Why?’ he asked. His voice was still calm, but those gray eyes focused on her like lasers. She was silent, trying to figure out what to say. ‘Is it because of the profile?’ he prompted. Part of him was already on the defensive, but he kept it at bay. ‘Not because of it, exactly, but it has to do with it,’ she said, amazed she could keep.