You're my slut but you've been a naughty little brat so I think you should be taught a lesson. Don't you agree?" I open my eyes and meet your gaze. "M...ke.. me," I breathe out between my cries and moans. I close my eyes and shoot my head back as you start to rub even harder and faster, making the moans even louder and more desperate."Oh, I will," I hear you say. I feel my arms be released only to be quickly replaced with the sensation of being penetrated by wet glass. I cry out as you thrust it. "Surprised, honey?" she asked."Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought you'd come up here and surprise me like this. Not that I'm complaining or anything," Jeff said.She pushed him back down in his office chair and smiled a dazzling smile. She leaned back and sat on his desk, her tiny skirt riding up her gloriously sexy legs. The skirt kept going and suddenly Jeff realized one of his online fantasy chats with Rachel was about to come true. She wasn't wearing any panties."Remember that. Please let me see your wounds.’ ‘They are nothing, Miss.’ ‘Show me.’ She turned and lifted her dress – her arse was naked and striped with what looked like cane strokes. I led her to my bathroom and put cream on her welts. I held her as she sobbed. ‘You do not understand. It is right that I was punished. I accepted it as I have before and will again, especially when you are gone. It is the Mistress’s way.’ ‘Well. It isn’t my way. Now, go to your room and in the morning please pack my bags.’ I. It’s a pretty significant insult to be called that.”“You had a thing with some Russian girl, didn’t you?”I nodded, “Tatyana Ivanovna Voronina, daughter of Ivan Konstantinovich Voronin, former Trade Attaché to the US. Our politics and career choices precluded having a future together. Had the Soviet Union collapsed ten years earlier, who knows what might have happened!”“I’m not sure how these guys would react to that!”“You don’t know the full story!” I said.I proceeded to tell her about Dima’s.