Fast forward about 10 years, I was at work one day when they brought in a new co-worker. It’s kind of hard to forget that woman. She proved herself ...o be a competent worker, and we sort of got along. She had gotten married, the guy was rather handsome. Not that I would date either of them. She liked to bowl and hunt, rode a motorcycle. There was a conversation about her tattoos one day. My thought was ‘If the good lord wanted me to be covered with different colors and designs, he would have put. ..She had seen the pictures and read the stories online of the huge submissive rush of being bad and getting spanked for it. The way she would be manhandled over a hunky guys knee. The way he would scold and lecture her for her naughtiness as he disciplined her. The way her backside burns as the skin darkens to pink and then red. Does it really sting that much? Does it really feel so hot that it turns you ? Or is it being so intimately exposed before a strong man? She wasn't sure what it was. 'It's Béla! She's still here!'"Hi. Remember me?" she said, grunting with the exertion of breathing. "I'm your long-lost mattress that you fell asleep on..." She raised her eyebrows and gave him a pixie grin. There was blood on her upper lip from the bite she'd taken out of his collarbone."You bit me!" Frank accused her. 'She didn't disappear! Dreams aren't supposed to bite!'"You're squashing me!" Béla replied, cheerfully, her voice still somewhat strained from the lack of air in her lungs. She. By the middle of the first reel of film, our hands had found each other's. We spent the rest of the movie in awareness of each other, maintaining contact with clasped hands and knees just touching.On the way home, Kristina and I once again squeezed into the front of Michael's car, and Andrea and Josh climbed into the back. We dropped off Andrea first and Josh walked her to her door, giving her a long kiss goodnight before trudging back to the car for a ride back to his house.Kristina's house.