”“Oh, Matt! Thank you!”I shrugged and said, “You’re welcome.”Heather plucked off half of the stem, and then threaded it into her hair. She...smiled coyly at me.“You look ... beautiful,” I cooed. “I may have to hang out here all day and guard against any customers taking you home.”“You want to stay and help?” she asked, smiling at the compliment.“Yeah, I’ll stand security at the door.”“I’m serious. Do you want to work the shop?”“Um, I don’t know anything about selling fish.”“I’ll show you. I’ll. We have a nice conversation and my answers are a little flirty. I don’t mean anything by it, it’s just my nature. We finally reach the lobby, as I start to exit; John grabs my wrist, and pulls me back into the elevator. He announces rather loudly that we are going back to our room. This time, still holding me by my wrist, we are not separated. As the doors open to our floor, he leads me off the elevator, and back to our room, still without so much as a word. I know not to ask, I know I’ve done. I lost track of time. I was feeling weird, being deprived of most senses handcuffed in the closet with orders to remain silent. Eventually someone, a guy I didn't recognize came into the bedroom. He was tiptoeing, trying to be quiet on purpose. He began going through our drawers, eventually stopping at my wife's panty drawer. He pulled out many pair, sniffing the crotch of each one. He became startled and crept past the closet to hide in a dark corner of our master suite. My wife came in. "Did you now?"WHAP!He brought the strap down on her bare ass."Oh..." Mercedes breathed as the heat from the strap stung her ass.WHAP!"You thought I would like you to come to me without any panties?"WHAP!"Yes sir, I mean no sir, I mean..." Mercedes was confused but still excited and the sting of the strap was having the desired effect. It hurt, it hurt like crazy, but it also put a fire in her that only real discipline could bring."You thought I would like it if you broke the dress.