The silk feel of my stockings and the cool soft feel of my skin tingled to my own touch. My little finger touched the crotch of my baby pink satin pan...ies, the dampness leaking from within. He said nothing but continued to stare in the mirror. I tugged my skirt up slightly higher, giving my hand easier access. I pushed the material of my panties aside, as my fingers crept inside the satin.I felt the car stopping, his eyes never leaving the mirror. My fingers found their target, the soft damp. Persistent offenders will get the crop or the cane instead. That's fairisn't it sweeties?" Y.. yes Miss..." The words catch in my nervous throat."If you fail to complete your allocated workload, you will receive onespank for every line below target, every 10 lines above target earns youa little reward. Fidgeting is punished by cuffing your hands. In front orbehind depending on your supervisors choice. Do not make them angrysweeties..." She chuckles and we do too.. after a fashion."But don't. She shook her head sadly. "I wish the three of you all the best of luck. Try to rise above people's stupid prejudice." In other words, don't let the bastards grind you down," Gordon added, drawing a stern look from Angela.At the end of evening, we wished the couple goodnight and took the elevator up to our floor. The bed awaited our presence and we slowly stripped naked and gently stimulated each other before deciding how best to proceed. The girls laid me flat on my back and each sat astride.. I felt that love-feeling bubble up again, making my throat feel tight. I wondered if I had felt it this strongly at the start of my relationship with Kevin. As we drove home, we chatted idly about our afternoon, and tried to decide what we’d make our pumpkin look like. David asked if I wanted to stop to pick up George so I wouldn’t have to rush home, and we swung past my place before going back to his. It was nice to hang out at his place because the dogs could run around in a fenced-in yard..