It is a Saturday evening about 10 pm. I walk in the dimly lit bar and spot a booth in the corner. As I am sipping on the double Jack Daniels I have or...ered, I see that there is a small dance floor and several men dancing with each other. As I am finishing my first drink, the server brings me one saying it is from the gentleman at the end of the bar. I look at him and raise my glass as my way of saying thanks. He is a distinguished looking black man that appears to be in good shape. He leaves. I am stuck. I can barely move except enough to turn around if need be. The only sound I hear next is a simple "CLICK" which speaks volumes in my mind. I know exactly what that sound is. It's his work knife that never leaves his side. He began to shred my clothes to the ground. Tear by tear he has me standing there stark raving nude with just the sound of my racing heart beat and heavy breathing. I start to protest when a dirty rag is shoved in my mouth and he says to me "Spread your legs." I. "That is not my only choice, Mrs. Brown. I have yet to decide if I am going to go to the police."That really shook Mrs. Brown. She gasped and in a shocked voice said, " Of you do my husband's career will be over. You mustn't." After a moment she added, "Please."Sally scoffed. "I have an alternative suggestion."Mrs. Brown looked hopeful. "Yes, anything. Just tell me."I saw you rub your own bottom as you walked out of the school. I think you got spanked and caned as well by Mrs. Jones? Is that. I made a mental note of it, immediately got rock hard thinking about some of the guys it could be, and decided this would go no further. By that I mean no one else would know about it. I waited until the end of the shift and headed in there before the cleaners started, and there it was, a big splash of cum across the floor. I cleaned it up, not wanting the cleaners to find it and report the problem to the boss, then finished up my shift. A few days later my camera arrived. Yeah, I thought about.