It had a full puritan bibbed collardecorated with ruffled trims that radiated across its surface from theneck, while above them, a starched cuff gripp...d her throat as high as herjaw. Her long wrist cuffs were buttoned five times, nearly to the elbow,with billowing sleeves that disappeared beneath her collar. Kate helpedher to button her blouse at the back. It disappeared into a deep belt ofblack vinyl and a pencil skirt in a fine black and silver dogtoothmaterial.Thank goodness she stepped out. I'd really never seen one live and in color, as they say, so I was rather interested in this large knot in his trunks. As he ate the breakfast I'd prepared, I tried my best at small talk, college, relatives, Texas, stuff like that. But my eyes kept coming back to his trunks. It just didn't go away. And, it was giving me all the sexual kinds of feelings that had recently held me in their throes.He did talk about the dating scene in college and how it was so different from high school. He had. She wanted to meet me at a bar in a town on the North Shore of Long Island. The topic of spanking came up again and she suggested a plan for it. Her proposal was that, after the bar meeting, we would go to a nearby motel. She wrote, “There are some cabins in the back where no one will hear me scream when you beat me.”I hoped that was just supposed to be a part of the playacting. She continued, “All I ask is that you rape me afterwards.” More hyperbole – maybe. All this was on the border between. " She smiled and I shrugged back."Yeah, I guess." I was having trouble focusing upon what she was saying. I'll just say she matured faster then others. "Is there somethin' you wanted, or were you just saying Hi?"She must have noticed the way I was standing or something becuase what came out of her mouth shocks me to this day."Am I making you hard, Garret?" She smirked at me deviously and extended a hand to grasp at the slight buldge in my pants. I was in disbelief and some what embarresed by.