She must not anger him. He is tired. She goes, instead, into the kitchen. He follows her after a moment, eying with distaste the cigarette she holds b...tween two fingers. The red light glows, flickers as she stubs it out. ‘You’re always sucking on one of those things.’ She hears the contempt in his voice, but says nothing. ‘You can suck on them but you won’t suck on my–’ ‘Michael!’ Her voice is sharper than she intended. ‘Don’t be crude.’ The moment the words leave her lips she knows she has. The sound of her latex-clad palm on mycringing flesh was like gunshots. My pathetic efforts to shift about onher lap were obvious, but she held me tightly on her warm, firm thighs.As the spanking continued, I began to voice the pain I felt, and sheoccasionally would speak, matching the syllables of the words to thedescent of her palm. "Naugh-ty-sluts- get- spanked!" and "You-are-such-a-lit-tle-whore!"My cock stayed hard, a consequence of the humiliation, the helplessness,the surrender, and. .” she tapered off. Her eyes went out of focus and she stared off into the distance. Then, quite suddenly her eyes cleared and she looked from one to the other of her best friends.“You want to do it together?” she asked.“Do what together?” asked Luthor, his eyes widening.“Rub,” she said simply. “You rub yours and I’ll rub mine.”“You’d do that?” asked Luthor, sounding like he’d just heard that a space ship had landed and little green men from Mars had climbed out to pass out ice cream.“If we all. He imagined himself calling his parents from the police station and explaining how he got there. He was doomed.The woman seemed as unnerved as he was. She simply sat there, frozen, for a long moment. Then she seemed to recognize him and slowly relaxed. Her expression changed from shock to anger…and then softened to the somewhat dazed anxiety she had displayed in the store. She eased back into her seat, and Bird thought, with more than a little relief, that she was just going to start her.