And of the result it has on the level of arousal of my victim.Susanne is clearly getting wet ... and very hot. As moans escape her gritted teeth ("Her...as Odontoon", Homer)Susanne feels she can not escape from my grip, her humiliating public spanking. She doesn't notice her arousal.Susanne feels overwhelmed by a completely unexpected orgasm. She shakes hard, almost falling from my lap.Susanne feels very strange. Wonders if she was born to be a slave? And only didn't know until this time. The President would have a major decision to make, political, for himself, the party and for the sake of the country. Vice President Mason had been a unifier able to negotiate across party lines, respected by both houses and worked with the President on the best policies to any problem.I felt sorry for his wife; a decade younger, strong and beautiful. She knew when to be quiet and when to be forceful in any crowd. She was as respected as he was. Behind the scenes she had a distaste for politics. Dylan’s left hand went to the remote, hitting the mute button (he meant to hit the power button, but he missed), while his other hand reached to the side of the couch for a pillow, which he quickly covered himself with.“Mom!!! Wha ... wha...” he stammered as he looked at me, then back at her.“I asked you a question young man!” She sternly said as she marched into the room from the staircase. “Did I stutter? Did you not understand me?”“I ... Uh ... We...” Every time Dylan muttered a syllable or. Became subtly more sexual. I think in part by my state of mind, and in part intentionally. There was more bending over at the hips instead of kneeling, already sheer fabric stretching thinner over her ass in normal situations, yet nothing that could be called out as unusual, the sort of obvious presentation that can escape anybody else aside from the already alert. I typically wear boxer briefs, but I found myself pulling on boxers whenever she'd visit. I'd abandoned them years ago, mainly.