She smacked the table with the cane and he flinched at the sound.She put the cane back on the table with a little smile,Maybe not the first time. She ...grabbed the flog and walked over to the chair and said,Stick out your hands, palms up. He put his hands out and she tenderly smacked his palms slowly one hand at a time. Left then right, left then right, harder and harder each time. He started flinching in preparation for each strike and by then a little sheen of sweat had found its way to her top. The dress shifted with every sway of her abundant hips. She noticed daddy, his eyes wandering up and down at her as they approached the table. She tried not to giggle at daddy's blatancy.Rick introduced the woman, Cassandra, to her, as he pulled out a chair. Being this close she realized the woman was probably a few years older then either of them. Rick motioned the waiter to the table and placed another drink order.As Rick and Cassandra settled into conversation, Patti observed more then. Little rolls out front he was unhappy with. A mum cantell these things. This one's for both home and school we (eventually)agreed. Looks fine in it. Ever so slightly tipping the scale in thestruggle to control and manage those hips and that chest. The corseletteworks well with the shaping knickers, tights and cami over the top. Thereare advantages to being a skinny, flat-chested woman. Just watch this onestruggle ungraciously into his shapewear every morning and you'll see.Plain white girl's. It was this that had kept him from attending till now.On this occasion he had received persistent and friendly contact from several people on the site, and the meet was at a remote country pub; he was unlikely to meet anyone he knew from his mundane day to day life, and he thought discussing his tales, and his penchant for assertive women with other authors might prove therapeutic. He bit the bullet and mailed back to his contacts to say he'd be at the venue.His mind was buzzing as he drove to.