Exactly.”“Exactly? What does that mean? Wait!” Beth hadn’t stopped looking at the painting since she sat down. I’d seen her look at my paint...ngs before and she was looking for what I’d hidden. I often put shapes in the leaves of a landscape or hid treasures among the rocks I painted and Beth had become an expert at finding the hidden images. I’d been surprised that, as far as I knew, no one had found the shadowy figure in the doorway of the Rhapsody Suite painting during the gala. I didn’t do. I finger you faster and harder, your head falling back as your mouth opens wide to breath, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Feeling you beginning to tighten around my finger, I slow down my penetrations, tell my client an emergency has come up, and hang up the phone on what now seems an unimportant conversation. I stand up and lean over to capture your soft mouth with mine, shivering from one of the many tastes of you that I have found I cannot live without. " You are sooo naughty. ’She consented at once. So I placed her on her hands and knees, with her bottom to the light, and then raised her clothes and chemise, and laid them on the small of her back, so as to expose her person from the waist. I made her bend down on a sofa cushion, project herself out and separate her knees well. Considering the grace and elegance of her lady-like figure I was thunderstruck at the smallness of her waist, the large development of her hips and the magnificence of her buttocks.My. OK? That's why I'm caning you today. Not as a vendetta. Not because I don't like you... and I really do, by the way, I think you have great potential as a spanking model... but because it's necessary to get the bloody job done! I've got to cane you, I've got to seem mean and spiteful and cruel and vindictive. It's just my job, like taking all that punishment is yours, like doing everything I tell you to do, every time, to the letter is yours."Right, very good, and... don't move, darling,.