But on the other hand, how could I, a grown man, stand the humiliation of letting a woman spank me? Then again, was that really worse than the humiliation of being fired from my first job and being denounced publicly as some kind of moral degenerate? Finally, I told her "If I say yes, I'll want every copy of my stories back - including whatever copies you've made of the computer files".But on the other hand, how could I, a grown man, stand the humiliation of letting a woman spank me? Then again, was that really worse than the humiliation of being fired from my first job and being denounced publicly as some kind of moral degenerate? Finally, I told her "If I say yes, I'll want every copy of my stories back - including whatever copies you've made of the computer files". "When we're through," she answered, "I promise that you'll have everything back, and you can watch me erase the computer disks." "All right," I said grimly, "let's get it over with." Cheryl stood up. "Take your clothes off in here, and then come back to my bedroom." She pointed to the door that led into a hall at the end of the living room. "Through that door and turn right." "Just a minute," I said. "If I'm supposed to take my clothes off, then you should too." She laughed. "You don't give up, do you? You think I'll be so impressed with your big manly body that I'll forget why you're here and slip into the sack with you? Well forget that idea." She started toward the hall, then stopped and turned back toward me. |