Please?"He lied and told her he wouldn't be gone long.Sam spent lunch thinking instead of eating. The little voice would have him believe that, betwee... last night in bed and her pleading at the pool, Rupertt was, again, way wrong. But for one word from him, TracieLynn could actually be spared--something she desperately wanted: him to save her. Was it just a another cheap thrill though, him thinking that way? Just part of the endless cycle of tease, denial, and reward he kept jerking himself. I expect you to always look like this while I am dating you. Now turn around so I can see if you did a complete job of shaving.” When I turned around, Jill said, “It looks like you just got a light spanking. Is that true?” “Yes. I can explain that,” I quickly exclaimed. Then Jill stood up and said, “Take off your pants, underwear, shoes and socks. I will be right back. I don’t want to mess up my new dress. You have some explaining to do.” As I was finishing taking off my clothes, I saw that. Then before long there I was knelt on the bed with my underwear on and the pieces of clothing were taken away, as well as the shoes much to my relief. “So you come to my door, dressed in slut clothing and expecting a fuck out of this?” His voice was stern and loud. I wouldn’t answer. He then knelt on the bed next to me and repeated the question close to my ear. “Did you come here expected a fuck dirty little fuck slave? Is it cock you want?” I nodded gently. Crack went the paddle on my. He never did handle his alcohol very well, it was best for her to just let him drink himself to a stupor and have him pass out somewhere in the house. Leaving him to it didn’t make her feel guilty in the slightest. His keen drinking habit was the last thing on her mind. She stood abruptly, picking up her discarded robe and rushing across the bedroom to neatly hang it on the back of the en suite door. His hand shot out to curl around her wrist, stopping her dead in her tracks. The robe crumpled.