She had chosen black jeans over pink t-shirt with no scarf. She looked hotter than hell. I found it difficult to control myself while taking the whole...class through active-passive voice session once again.She noticed my uneasiness while taking the class and put on a goofy smile which further turned me on. I got in to a heady romantic mood. She had impressed me by doing as I asked her to do. Now it was my turn to impress her. So after the class was over, I asked for the feedback and further. Like I say, she made sense. "Well Tanya Mesa, and how are you this evening?" I said, smiling broadly. "Well, Conrad Winston, quite well, thank you very much," she said. The ride to the Calaboose was kinda long, so we talked. I learned that she was recently broken up with her fiancé, she was fortyish, she was blond and pretty, and she loved to dance. I knew this last already; she'd been good partner the previous week. The drinks were good, the dancing was good, the company top drawer: it was. Now she would know that he could please her much more than her husband ever could. The black janitor had enjoyed making those movies and he hoped he might be able to make one with the new librarian. Maybe even her white husband would video them together like most of the husbands of the other white women did as 'Ole Willie' fucked their pretty white wives.Diane secretly watched more of the interracial videos while her husband wasn't around. There was even one where the pretty blonde wife had a. CRACK!“Do!”CRACK!“Not!”CRACK!“Lie!”CRACK!“To!”CRACK!“Your!”CRACK!“Queen!”CRACK!The belts fell in such rapid succession, hardly giving me a chance to absorb the last burning pain before the next striped my ass. She spanked all across my bottom, striking near the top and down to where my ass swept into my thighs. My pussy clenched with each one. I cried out my pain, my nipples throbbing against the figurehead.It was intense. I felt her anger. I had lied to her. She wanted to know what was wrong.