31. She spanks you.32. She slaps you.33. You have to kiss the ground whenever you leave a car.34. You kiss the seat of her chair whenever she stands.3.... Ordering warm milk, or some other almost impossible item, claiming dietary need.36. You have to eat a bite of something that has had an ash flicked on it.37. You are taken on a nature walk, tied to a tree, for a quickie spanking.38. One hand is cuffed to the chair or table when you are eating.39.At a cocktail lounge, you have to sit at the bar. Sure enough, there was a message from Naomi. “Thanks for last night, darling. It was unbelievable. I want you again soon. This is like an answer to prayer. Everything was perfect. I’m sorry I had to leave you alone, but I had to get back home. I hope you understand. Love, Naomi.”A small electric shock ran through my pecker as I took in her words. Then I heard Mom coming up the stairs and ran back to the bathroom to finish cleaning. When we were all done, we went out for lunch and ran a couple. And now I'd been waiting to get my luggage back. Half an hour to haphazardly toss it into the cargo compartments, but more than three times that to unload them and sort out the mess. Typical. So whilst I waited, I ordered myself a sad little cocktail, drank to the memory of my cancelled vacation, and called around to let my parents and brother know what had gone wrong.My parents had actually left that morning, travelling on their own winter getaway by train, travelling to perennially-sunny. “Hello,” Donald said he was the Chairmen. I nodded and replied in kind. “I just want you to know before we get started that everything said in this room is recorded,” Donald said. “There are five recording devices, three sound, and two videos. If that is all right by you, I would like to get started?” “Yes, it is,” I nodded. “Good,” Donald. What followed next was a barrage of questions. It felt more like an inquisition than an interview. They brought up everything that I could think of and many.