”His fingers hooked into my lace panties, dragging them down to my knees. I stared at the window, silently. I was in my parents’ kitchen, for god�...�s sake. The same kitchen where I’d eaten breakfast and dinner for eighteen goddamn years. Scott’s hand smoothed over my ass and I braced for impact. It didn’t come. As soon as I began to think he wasn’t going to spank me, his palm made contact.“Fuck!” I couldn’t help crying out and as if to punish me for making a noise, his hand moved fast, hitting me. As Jane got up to go to the ladies she knocked my pint over and probably because of the the amount drunk I snapped at her “I should spank you for that”. “You wouldn’t dare” she spat back at me as she flounced off to the loo.Shortly after that, the party began to break up, as we put on coats Jane took me to one side “did you mean that”? She asked. “What are you talking about?” I replied having already forgotten out spat. “You said you’d spank me, did you mean it?” I wasn’t sure how to answer but. ” He stripped her quickly of her shoes, blouse, skirt and stay-ups. It was his turn to invoke the deity. “Oh god!” he said. “You were wearing that little crimson string and that little crimson bra this morning when you spoke to us?” Em said, “I was. I like feeling sexy in a room full of men.” Damon slid a hand into her little crimson bra and severely pinched both the hard nipples, he was evidently very pleased to find within it. Em undid his belt and the zipper on his well-tailored pants and. ”It was hard to find fault with that sentiment and Daniel chastised himself for toying with the notion of teasing his faithful attendant. William scurried out and finally the Prince was left alone to luxuriate in his bath. As he peeled off his boots and riding clothes he thought of the many times that Sir John had performed that same task...how John would unlace his shirt and trousers and slowly run his hands over the Prince’s body as each garment was removed. The way his strong, soothing hands.