"I'm willing to pay extra."One night was about $70, so it would be thirty bucks for the clerk to look the other way."How many nights?" he asked."Just ...onight."The man took the cash. "Name?" Uh..." I responded."How about John and Jane Smith?" he suggested."Um ... sure." Sounded good to me!Alex smiled, grabbed my arm, and gave it a good squeeze."Mr. and Mrs. John Smith," he said."Thank you." Sure. Smoking or non-smoking?" Non-smoking." Fucking or non-fucking?" What?"He smiled broadly. "I assume. As I was doing so, Pyx brought out the food: her wonderful meatloaf, baked macaroni and cheese, made from scratch wheat dinner rolls, steamed fresh spinach, and a tossed salad. She kept the door propped open, so she could hear my account.While I served myself, Pyx prayed silently and crossed herself. After that, she started filling her plate.My young slave spoke tentatively. "Master, can I give you my opinion?"This surprised me. Pyx rarely spoke her mind, even when asked. I nodded. "You may." I. S., and Vincent was asked by my father and again by my mother (in her suicide note) to adopt me, he accepted the awesome responsibility of trying to rear two children without a mother.Because of his rank and kind nature, many of the female officers and enlistees helped us tremendously, through those initial difficulties.Later on, Stevie and I became typical Army brats and melded in with the other kids at the base.When we were eleven, dad got an offer from a defense contractor that was just too. ”I loved it. I was glad I had my full faculties so I could savor every bit of my spanking. His hand was so strong. My husband had been a nerd, but ever since the bimbo serum, he had become confident. And that only made him sexier.Crack!“Ten!” I gasped, my body bucking. He spanked me hard. The smack resounded through the room.“Doesn't that hurt?” gasped Officer Bimbo Slut, her hips shifting.“Are you getting wet watching me being spanked?” I moaned.“Yes, Dr. Alice.”Crack!“Eleven!” The pain.