The two women were very different looking. Marlene’s lips were thin with crimson-red lipstick; her eyes were deep blue and her hair rather short and...blonde with streaks of white. The black woman wore blue lipstick, had large brown eyes with long eyelashes and her hair was as black as her skin and wavy. “Helen”, whispered the woman, Marlene feeling her warm breath on her neck.“Marlene”, answered the blonde, both women still standing face to face, neither extending their hand. “Hope to see you. As much as she still wanted this spanking and a spanking regime introduced, there was no question that being across her mum’s lap like this was humiliating and as she felt her mum’s palm rubbing her bottom in circles she felt just like a very naughty schoolgirl and definitely younger than her eighteen years.Claire looked down at her daughter’s bare bottom as she rubbed in circles and was ever more confident that her decision was right. Certainly seeing the exchange of texts between Melanie and. "We sipped our drinks, chatted and played a little video poker. One drink became two.Halfway through our second cocktails, you turned to me, leaned over and whispered, "Hold out your hand."I did as ordered and you placed your hand over mine, depositing something flat and round.You moved your hand to reveal, well, I wasn’t quite sure what.“Know what it is?” you asked quietly.“It, um, looks like a remote of some sort,” I stammered. “Not sure I’ve seen a purple one, though.”“It is a remote. For. Both of them have an aura of utter self-confidence and easy grace. The bigger one has his hand around the brunette’s upper arm, but it is unclear whether he his leading her or being led.She watches the group as it vanishes into a room at the far end of the corridor, a room she had skipped on her rounds due to the ‘please don’t disturb’ door hanger dangling from the doorknob.Immediately, her imagination opens like a flower.Two men, two women. So many possibilities.Maybe they just talk, she.