I pretty much knew what would come out of that sassy mouth. "Engineering? I know this engineer REAL well." Oh, come on!" Denise blurted. "Engineering?...Really?"Kim sat up a little straighter. "There are female engineers. Bunches of 'em. I checked. And they're usually being recruited while they're still in college."I knew that not only were Denise's gears turning, but so were her dad's. Four years of college ought to end up with something with dollar signs, preferably related to the last four. I came back with them and he instructed me to remove all of my clothes and bend over the arm of the couch. Reluctantly I obeyed. I felt the heavy weight of the paddle on my butt as he prepared to swing. I was unprepared for the pain in that swat that I jumped up and grabbed my cheeks. He picked up the switch and laid three in such fast succession across the front of my thighs I could barely react fast enough, but when I did I bent back over with my butt pointed in the air like I was supposed. ”“International policy?” I asked.“Actually, yes. I worked at State for a while, but it is pretty mind numbing work unless you are in the Foreign Service and very few get posted to the places you want to be posted. Most are sent to Outer Gutterstan, or worse, and spend their entire career trying to get at least somewhere civilized. And with the current winner in the White House, I did not see a lot of roses and sunshine, so I quit. The waitress gig helps pay the rent, and I have my days free to. Jotting down her thoughts of a woman belonging to a man and how some women found submissiveness, obedience, and ownership by men a turn on. Many times the men would fuck them when ever and where ever the men wanted to. In such cases the women would be told what they could wear to bed, whether or not they could wear undergarments, and that disobedience would be punishable as long as the instrument to correct the behavior was no thicker than a thumb. As the class ended Susie was the last person.