I'd betyour own mother wouldn't recognize you dressed like that." MistressHelen was dressed very conservatively in a business skirted suit so withme n...xt to her, I looked even more like the young trampy bimbo.Soon we were at the mall and I was trying not to swing my hips and buttbut the high-heeled boots made it impossible not to mince and walk witha slightly exaggerated swing in my hips. Guys were checking me out andsmiling and I just smiled and kept walking trying not to let them seehow. I pulled my arm back and let fly the first crack on his lovely ass.As expected it was too soft. The second proved to be too hard. By the forth stroke my own personal Goldie Locks told me I had it just right. I gave him nine more of the "just right" strokes and felt a power go through me. Not so much at his discomfort, but at the power to correct him, and have his gratitude at the correction. "There now," I purred, "no more sass-mouth. When I want your opinion I'll ask." "So sorry. Callie smiled radiantly at Jack, ‘Damn but I love shrimp! However did you guess? And everything looks so lovely. It’s like a special occasion.’ And indeed it was lovely. Jack had used her best china, something she rarely did, and the crystal goblets were gleaming. She raised hers and Jack refilled it immediately with the champagne that was making her slightly giddy. Not drunk at all, mind you, but just a bit tipsy. Jack smiled back at her and once again, she was struck by what a charming smile. "With the greatest respect, Princess, I will be guided on this matter by the Emir, may he live for ever, and by no other." If he wants her put in my suite, refer him to me and don't do anything until I have seen him."The Chief Eunuch looked at her with considerable pity and gently suggested, "If I were you I would not do anything which might prevent Mustapha remaining Crown Prince." Are you threatening me?" Maryam demanded."Of course not," said the Chief Eunuch as he stroked his whip handle.