It came up in conversation that he wanted 2 meet me in reallife..But like i already said in my other story, i am prudish when it comes to the guys, so...i wasnt hysterical when he said that. Anyway a few months later i had the courage to meet him. We set a date, i was with a friend having a few drinks and we agreed to meet for a few minutes just to get all the tension behind us. That night i got a text, he was on his way over. my hart started pounding and i was so nervous!I left my friend behind. It was very obvious she didn’t have a bra on underneath. She invited me in and we went upstairs to her studio. She looked a bit puzzled and said ‘Isn’t that the car you came in, the black one, just opposite?’ I said ‘Yeah, a friend of mine brought me here’. Susanna said ‘Your friend can’t sit out there for two hours, he’ll freeze. Why doesn’t he come in and watch. I won’t mind’.I said ‘I didn’t think you would allow that. That would be great if he could’. Susanna said ‘Wait here, I’ll go and. Winking at meshe said, "I have something I've been saving, hoping to find someone elseto pass them on to."Giggling Virginia said, "I but they help her get bigger tips."It was the slow part where the morning and lunch crowd began to switchout. As we started for the door I heard Charlotte tell aunt Bev, "Don'tbe so hard on yourself. Her mother doesn't even know. But the reason therest of us spotted her is because we were in her place a when we firstcame here. why do you think none of us are. Of course a dozen powerful strokes of the rod, and he always gets a dozen, really hurts him after about four. Depending on how sore his bottom was before I started, and he is generally crying, four more and I can usually have him screaming, sometimes he moves and I have to start again, he always moves during the second session and I am forced to tie him down over the back of the chair and of course he has to be punished further because of the trouble I have had to go to.Although I enjoy this.