But Master it was so hard to put you on that plane again. I missed you even before the plane took off!" Yes, I know my sweet slut. I miss you also. Th...t's the hardest thing about an online relationship like ours - we want to be together but sometimes our situation prevents it. I live here in Chicago and you have your life there in St. Louis. And while it is only four hours driving and one hour by plane, it's not something that we can do every day or even every weekend." I know, Master. And I. I blushed and took a deep breath. Embarrassed I asked if she could teach me to put on makeup. She turned beet red when I told her what I wanted to do. She agreed with the understanding that I was to tell her everything that happened each time. I agreed. The next Saturday I told my mom I was going to stay at a friends house, and carried my bag of lingerie and dress. I went to Megans and she helped me. Taking a cab to the hotel I went to the bar hopping to find Mark. Just my luck, he wasn't. I've had a few male friends in the past but they were just like my ex-husband and could not understand my weird sexual fetishes. As you will see I'm a masochist. Yes, I love inflicting pain on myself or have others inflicted it on me. I've always been like this since a young girl. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I'm nuts and run for the hills. My now ex husband tried but couldn't bring himself to beat me like I. The first stroke of that piece of plastic made me respond immediately, crying a lot louder while bouncing and squirming on his knee even more. I guess that’s the type of response Bob was looking for all this time.I’ve never been sure when Bob stopped paddling me after that, but after a time I felt his hand rubbing my lower back, while Art had knelt down beside my head and was stroking my hair while murmuring loving words to me. Bob spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Welcome to the club.