McGregor again summoned Stuart."Stuart, please go to my bedroom and fetch my black leather gloves offthe bedside table. Time for a spanking." Uh..uh.....uh...for what, Governess?" Remember, I don't NEED a reason. And for answering me back, you get adouble dose. Instead of 10 minutes, you get 20. NOW GO GET MY GLOVES!"After the intense spanking, Stuart was put in corner time for another 30minutes.Mrs. McGregor repeated the same exercise for the next three day.Stuart never asked any more. I was hoping he'd change his mind and we wouldn't go at all. He drove in silence until we got to the motel."It's only for a couple of days and you're mom will hardly know we're gone," was all he said. I worked through the night with nothing else on my mind except New Orleans and the warehouse. I'd been there once about three years ago for Mardi Gras and that place was wild. I could just imagine what it would be like for the Super Bowl.As soon as mom left for work Ronnie and I were heading to. Tabi leapt to her feet, exclaiming that the timer had run out, and it was time to take a cool rinse before using the hot tub.Stepping outside the wooden structure, I was hit by two things. The cooling evening breeze and the fact that I was standing naked in my friend's garden. Fortunately, the sails obscured anybody's view.Quickly we stepped to the outside shower and rinsed off, squealing as the cold water hit our hot pink skin.Then it was bliss, lovely warm water enveloping our bodies as we. Then, suddenly, it was all over. The girl’s knees came down, her hands fell to her side, her breasts heaved up and down then she just said almost without hesitation, “Your turn now!”Tom did nothing for a whole minute. His hand was now firmly around the shaft of his erection but it took a whole minute for him to start moving that hand. When he did it was very slow and uncertain as Tom just stared at the naked body of this still total stranger. His brain had given up long ago trying to explain.