We headed back to our room to get dressed for a night of drinking and flirting in the hotel bar. As we walked into our room Bill asked me how things w...ere going with Trish, a gal and bar fly known to hang out at the officers club. I told him she was keeping me happy. I sat down at a desk and Bill lay down on the bed. Next thing I know we are swapping stories about fucking Trish, because prior to my arrival Bill had been fucking her too. We talked about her desire to be spanked with a belt, about. She smiled mischievously as she cooled them down by tracing the cold studded glass bottle around them. The wet drips of condensation ran over them, and they stiffened to the touch. She felt a familiar sensation rising. Her boyfriend hadn’t touched her for days. It was bound to be part of the reason she was stressed. She began to caress and wash her boobs. She’d forgotten how much she liked them. Drizzling bath oil over them her slippery fingertips followed her curves. She could feel her groomed. We agreed to $10 per day retainer, plus expenses, and a sliding scale percentage of the ransom, depending on how long it took me to find his son.I got all of the details I could from Mr. Jameson. His son, who was 11 years old, had been out riding in the desert with his bodyguard. When they did not return for supper, a search was mounted. The bodyguard was found dead the next day, amid the signs of a fierce struggle. The boy and both horses were missing. Mr. Jameson was given two weeks to raise. Growing up we had one just like it at home; I had some painful memories of it being used across my young backside more than once…memories of the bruises it left, not being able to walk very well for a while and, of course, the pain of sitting (which, for a few hours after, was out of the question).I was given a short spanking to re-set my ‘mood’ then hauled into the barn where I was restrained over an old but sturdy table. Only by my wrists but that was enough. By then my shoes and panties were.