My mother told me once, ‘If you can’t say anything nice, then keep your fucking trap shut,’ so that’s just what I did. By the time our food ar...ived, it would have taken a chainsaw to cut the tension. I was definitely going to pay Marshal back for this, and he was going to regret it. After we ate, neither of us made a move to leave. I felt like fleeing for my life, but I wouldn’t or couldn’t be rude. Lynn cleared her throat, ‘So Tom, what’s your story?’ ‘Which story is that, what story are you. Cry out, but try not to move. "Five" I say, my voice slightly cracking.With six, you again land right on a previous hit. I know this one will leave a red mark. My eyes tear as I count out "six."You angle the ruler to hit just my inner left thigh for "seven" and the inner right thigh for "eight."And the, angling the ruler vertically you land the ninth slap full on my pussy. "Nine." I let out with a cry. You stop for a moment and widen my legs with your hands. I wish you would stop and kiss. “Yes, Mark, I’ll come to you tonight.”He shut his eyes and laid his forehead on my forehead, and gave me a quick peck. “Tonight Rachel.”He released me and walked out the door, closing it behind him. I was left standing in the middle of the room out of breath, shaking and with a throbbing between my legs.The door open and I lifted my head, hopeful he had come back, but it was Melissa instead. Her keen eye took in everything.“Everything go okay?”I smiled my best smile and nodded. “Absolutely,. I got it open and put my hand down into his boxers. I must have sighed when my fingers found it."I'm happy you like." He whispered."I'm happy you like me." I whispered back and that, of course, drew another kiss with Len searching for the zipper of my skirt.Len shook his pants and underwear down and watched as my skirt hit the floor almost on top of his pants. "You have an incredible taste in panties." I do?" You do. Sexy enough to hide just enough and show just enough. Sexy so that every pair.