"No, it just kind of surprised me. I imagined spanking would be a lot harder." Like this?" He slapped my left buttock with more enthusiasm. "Or like t...is?" He slapped my right buttock. Both made me jerk, more because I wanted to rather than from any pain. I suddenly realized that I liked the spanking."Even harder." My voice came out as a hoarse whisper, choked with passion. I prayed he didn't notice."Uhm, little bitch is tough," he said as he delivered a good crack to my left cheek. This time. Everyone's transfixed. The night has turned more seductive, more mentally arousing. This is his game, I'm the only player and they are the lucky audience. Cole watches me exerting his authority simply by making me wait for further instruction. With a smirk, he calls me forward with his finger. He wants me to crawl. It's a challenge. I love this game.On my hands and knees, I crawl to him and I can see his eyes burn with admiration. I feel no insecurity being naked in front of everyone. The way. I was very frustrated then , and pornography plus daru were my sole companions.The event I am narrating is between myself and my invigilator for the exam miss. Roopa.I had never met or seen roopa before, she wasn’t very stylish ,nor did she have an attractive figure. From the outset she looked like she belonged to poor household, her bra size was 32b ,she was slim ,short about 5’1,had a fairly firm ass which didn’t jiggle at least when she walked, she had brown complexion, and was wearing a. I was one of the coordinators and taught one of the symposiums. You made quite the impression, Sergeant Reaper.”I remembered that seminar. It was about six months after I made it to the Tactical Response Team, and Crowley and Jenkins had sent me to the FBI training complex in Quantico, Virginia when a training slot had opened. It had been very educational, but perhaps not quite the way it was originally intended. I gave a sheepish smile. “I’m surprised the FBI wants anything to do with me these.