By the time, she administered me all the 40 strokes, 20 on each, she asked me to lie in same as I have 8 extra strokes for moving out my position. She...gave me the extra strokes across my thigh and the part where hips and thigh met. The whipping across my thighs hurt more than it had across my bottom and I sobbed as she gave him me final four strokes. She asked me to get up now and I thought my spanking punishment was over. I cradled my face against her breast. She kissed on my head and asked me. " She looked down. "I need better bras. These are getting small." You're getting big." Same thing."The sound of the front doorbell came from inside the house. Vicky considered going in to answer it. That, really, would be a silly thing to do if you thought about it. Someone was outside the front of the house, so she'd be going inside to greet them and let them in so they both could come outside onto the deck. Maybe she should just walk around the house to get him? Or maybe yell for him to come. But she mostly trusted her training and ability. The single day the Ingrams people had had to research the couple didn’t turn up much, at least nothing she hadn’t already suspected. They were exactly as they appeared to be. He was an accountant, she was a makeup sales lady – the kind who held parties where they made up the people who attended and then attempted to sell them that makeup. They were childless, had a mortgage on a semidetached house in Trowbridge, near Bath, had two four year old. .or perhaps looking back on it, didn’t really care… Two months later I was in heaven! After a month of dating over the phone, and another month of spending every waking moment together, I thought life couldn’t get any better. Until, that faithful night…. We were out with friends, partying and having a good time. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the low lights, but he had me in a trance, slowly feeling on my curves and kissing on my neck while we danced and grinded to the club music. I was.