The slave felt tense, her breath swallow; as she waited to see if her Master would abort the evening or continue forward. He glanced down at her, made...eye contact and held her in his gaze as he spoke.‘Finally, she responds only to me, it is pointless asking her anything, she will not respond. If you wish her to alter what she is doing and she does not respond to any signals you give her by touching her, speak to me and I will direct her.Do you have any questions?’Though his guests murmured. There was a bathroom up there. Less used than the one downstairs. I pulled him into the bathroom, that was gratefully empty, and closed the door, sliding the dead bolt into place. I turned around and threw myself back into the kissing. He pulled me forward and kissed me hungrily. I was so horny, I couldn’t think straight. He smelled like vanilla, I remember thinking. It was intoxicating. He pushed he to the counter where six pearl white sinks sat. He groped me hungrily as we kissed. He pulled. "Jeanette?" But I....Where did that come from? My name was..."Jeanette. What a lovely name for a lovely girl," Mr. Spunkwell said.I blushed and smiled.OK.This wasn't all going the way I had fantasized. He wasn't mocking me orravishing me. He was acting sort of, well, smitten by me.Wasn't that worse? For my fragile heterosexuality, I mean.And why was he looking so handsome and muscled and manly? And being sopolite and attentive?I asked myself that. And my cock asked more loudly. It was. But no, surely his instruction to come dressed as a schoolgirl meant he always intended to spank her?She looked shy and whispered, "Sorry sir." Come inside, and go stand in the corner."She realized that she was going to get a second spanking! She was glad she had arrived late unintentionally, it made it more exciting to know that it was deserved. The man growled, "Pull your panties down to mid thigh, and hold your skirt up to your waist."She knew he was sitting behind her watching her, drinking.