I laid there as hespanked my now very sore and red butt. He then grabbed my underwear andpulled them down and off and started to spank me more vigoro...sly saying Iwas going to learn one way or the other and either way was good for him.After a good 10 minutes of spanking and a long time after I stoppedstruggling, he dropped me to the floor. I looked up at him through mytears and he just smirked at me saying what a big baby I was. I got up andstarted rubbing my butt to which he slapped my hands. I wanted to be alert and, hopefully, enjoy every minute. I didn't want being drunk to taint our encounter. Peter walked into another room and returned a couple of minutes later."Come with me Brittney," he said holding out his hand. I walked to him and reached out my hand to meet his. He led me into a room I realized was a home office. He told me he works mostly from home. It was a generously sized room with a leather sofa and love seat. A large wooden desk with a large leather chair behind it,. This was the first time Emerald had ever seen a real penis before. The only ones she'd ever had a glimpse of till then had been made of marble or stone and were attached to statues. This was a real one, somehow larger than she'd imagined and also rather wobbly and loose. And there was so much hair on it! She didn't know why, but she somehow imagined rather less hair than this one had.The two parents settled down their charge, who sat immediately opposite Emerald, discreetly crossing her legs so. Oma knows this dress. She retrieved it, carefully mended and starched its collar, and fitted it to me like lovely Lucy dresses up her dolls.I don’t mind. I crave Oma’s attention. Standing there in her bedroom, preparing to slip her silk slip over my cotton underclothes. “No, my dear, a modern bra like that just won’t do for a dress like this. The art is in the wrist, the ankle, the elbow, the neck.” I know well what she means. My Oma has been teaching me the thrill and skill of the hunt since.