.." She shrank in on herself, but she was facing him now. She'd need to see when he started hitting.He bellowed. "You 'thought'! You don't think, you ...o what I say, woman!" He pulled back his hand. From long experience, she instantly judged how far. The smack would be about average, she saw, and on her cheek. One followup, maybe two. Then, most likely, he'd have worked it off. Some crack about her hair or her spending or some other nonsense, and then he'd go watch TV. She'd probably have to. .. my assistant in training. She is an executive member of the BSC Board but I am training her up for much bigger things. I believe she will one day make a fine President of BSC herself. Anyway, let me continue and won’t you please take a seat.”Jared sat down in the seat nearest him and quickly surveyed the two naked women before him. Miss Ferguson was a solid lady with quite an ample bosom that flopped about quite a bit as she moved and gesticulated with her hands. Anyone watching would know. . a lovely flower, ready to be plucked by an adoring hand." She blew me a small kiss and returned indoors, giving me one last sidelong glance before vanishing. I stared after her, my mind already wandering into some very forbidden places. "Damn," I whispered.I was tempted to slip a hand into my panties and touch myself -- right there, right then. I struggled. I resisted. Finally, I went back inside, looking for her. She was in the kitchen. "Need any help?" I asked, then leaned against the back. In a universe of two, the domme is divine, for that brief moment and in that time-warped space. To accept this, she must be humble. She must know that she is but a mortal woman at all other times. Such humility has the amazing effect of creating a calm aura around the domme, giving her an air of grace and elegance that is deeply alluring. Her sincere humility and grace earns the domme quiet respect from those around her, and most certainly the respect of her submissive. Without respect, there.