By the first of July, she'd gotten rid of the sweats and felt comfortable in running shorts and a T-shirt. After another month, she was wearing lycra ...horts and a jog bra top. Her body looked great, and her hair was growing out nicely. In another week, we'd get it cut, so it could grow out a little bit before the first show on Labor Day weekend.Plus, she'd turned out to be as pleasant as I'd remembered from when I was younger. We would chat over breakfast, and by the first of August we had. "Still on schedule," she smiled, holding up a magazine. "Seen this one?"The command deck was reasonably roomy, with a big curving flight control console beneath an equally curved window that covered a full 180 degree view, looking forward from side to side. The habitational section of the ship was a great sphere, over five hundred meters in diameter, and rotating to produce artificial gravity, but we couldn't tell, not without an external reference. We now weighed about seventy percent of. Although I was stronger than her, I still felt helpless and weak.After that, she tore my t-shirt and removed my jeans. I was standing in my black jockey underwear, ashamed and fearful, in front of her. She returned to the room to grab a collar belt and a whip, which she carried on her back.Now she tightened the collar belt on my neck as tight as possible, causing difficulties with my breathing. Then she pushed me on my four legs and spanked me hard with her whip on my ass cheeks. She pulled me. ‘well, whatever it is, you smell great! my name is paul’ he said and held out his hand. ‘thank you paul, sweet of you to say, my name is lara’ i smiled and shook his hand, put a strand of my long curls behind my ear and crossed my legs. he tried to get back to his magazine but i could see him checking my legs out from the corner of his eye. i smiled to myself, this will be fun! the plane took off, snacks and drinks were served as a movie started playing, i ordered some white wine. paul made.