Frantic hands undid her hair from the bun. It hung down, a gloriousgolden braid that lacked any trace of grey. She looked like she had attwenty. No..., she looked like she had wanted to look like when she wastwenty."He'll appreciate me, now," she thought. But would he? Her new confidence melted away in a rush of self-doubt. Steve had alwaysthought of himself as the ultimate, rational man. What had happened toher wasn't rational. It was magic. "What if he rejects me? What if hethrows me. Then one day I mentioned giving you a spanking. You hesitated. You had thought about exploring some dark fantasies. Was this the person you could tell? Was he the one that would understand? So you replied. "Promise?" You waited at your desk like a school girl waiting to see if the hot boy in class was going to ask you to the prom. Then you received an e-mail from me. Should you open it? Should you just delete it and forget e-mailing him anymore. Your hand instinctly moved your mouse and clicked. Now he was clean, but his erection had not subsided at all. “I need to rinse you off better, but I don’t want to get these wet either. Let me put them over here.” Her words were trying to give justification, or at least an excuse for what she was about to do. He watched her as she stepped back from the tub, three full steps; almost as though she wanted to be sure she gave him a good view. She paused for a moment, and looked into his eyes. He smiled. He was standing there naked in the. Ruth had promised her that if she looked away from her pussy while permitted to see, the mask's eyelids would remain down for a week and she would be beaten once a day during the punishment period and the time period would double with each offense. After experiencing being blind and having her legs and tits caned daily for two weeks, she would look no-where else but Ruth's crotch. She could probably draw all the intricate folds and details of Ruth's slit from memory now. If she still had the.