Her lips were plump and soft. My hands behind her neck, I pulled her in closer ensuring she'd know how much I wanted her. She reciprocated, with her h...ands wrapping around me, caressing my back. As our kiss became steamier and heavier, she suggested we move into her room. My excitement took over as I closed the door behind me. I grabbed her face once more and continued kissing her passionately. She was shorter than me, so naturally, her hands hugged my waist making its way under my singlet. I would tell her and it would break my heart. And hers too, if I was reading things right.I pressed the bell, as nervous as hell. Catherine opened the door, and I presented the bunch of flowers I’d been strangling all the way from the station. She looked at them and laughed. The sound made my heart soar. I could not tell her.She was wearing a sleeveless glittery black dress with spaghetti straps. It showed off her honey-coloured arms and shoulders. The old man had Mediterranean heritage, and it. It was about the size of a ping-pong paddle, with an oval head, made out of half inch thick dark hard wood. I handed the paddle and she took me over her knee again. My bottom was crimson and lined with welts. As she caressed me, she could feel the hot skin under her hand. She could see four red welts across the tops of my thighs. She told me she is going to give me 40 strokes on each cheek and then my punishment will be over. She started spanking me with the paddle on alternating buttocks. She. She motioned me to lean down. "Besides," she whispered in my ear, "Cassie says your sweat is an aphrodisiac."I blushed. "I think I regret introducing you two."Mia giggled."Come on, Brody," Sam growled, from the court behind me."Give me a kiss?" I asked, leaning over.Mia smiled, put her hand on the back of my head and planted a big, fat, looong, sloppy kiss on me. "Go get 'em, Big Papi."I turned and trotted back on the court. I glanced at Sam. He just glowered at me. If looks could.