We would sit cross-legged on the floor, with our knees rubbing and talk. Our conversations always flowed and I yearned to have that same experience in...person. As our knees rubbed and the wine flowed even the thought of such an experience would warm my stomach. We would talk about our first kiss. It would always be unhurried. Our lips would slowly come together. Yes it was akin to a stereotypical movie moment. But nevertheless, that moment was something I dreamed about. I would always tell her. I didn’t really know her too well. In fact, I barely knew her at all. We’ve never spoken a word to each other before that moment. The whole reason I was even in that bathroom in the first place is because Megan passed me a note in the hallway the day before. It was strange, I would say, that she had given me that note. Definitely shocked me. I remember reading her pretty cursive writing, Meet me tomorrow in the girls bathroom at exactly 10:30, I’ll be wearing a pair of black heels. Don’t be. “Okay ... You kneel down there – and I’ll bring the boys in to pose for a few promotional shots...” Advises Andy sternly, not giving her an option.She gets down to her knees – a difficult manoeuvre in those shoes – making sure her knees are comfortable on the hard lane surface, and waits as our host walks around behind her, the two German Shepherds allowing him to line them up – positioning them one on either side of her. Despite her being completely naked and down at their height, they don’t. Instead, a jolt of pure sexual energy shot through her. There was a stinging feeling as well, but the raw burst of arousal that accompanied being spanked was something she had never experienced before.He lightly ran the back of his right hand across where it had landed on her left buttock. As the backs of his fingernails drifted across the blue nylon covering her bottom, she sucked in her breath, her sex clenching tightly.Then he drew his hand away. After an interminable moment of anticipation,.