The first smack came stinging down onto one half of my behind, followed by another, and another, and another, and another, as she alternated between e...ach of my butt cheeks randomly. Soon though there wasn’t a millimeter of either one that wasn’t on fire. Far worse than the physical pain though was my humiliation. Here I was, a most highly regarded professional is my mid fifties, lying naked over the lap of a woman twenty years my junior, being roundly spanked like a young snot nosed. You notice you're face entered a grimace, and quickly peered around the room again. John was watching you again, this time he didn't flick his eyes away. They were staring dead straight at you. A rush of warmth fill your cheeks, you instantly turn away and turn your phone to lock. You lift your hand to the keyboard and start typing rapidly, producing incoherent non-sense on the screen.Your breathing became a slow deliberate sputter. "there's no way he noticed you" you repeat in your head.. I must phone Amelia and tell her."He did so, surprising his eldest wife. "Trevor? Why are you phoning so soon after getting to your office?"He explained the arrival of a fee from the music publisher, in his capacity as agent for The Montford Sisters. "It knocked me for six, Amelia. I didn't expect payment action as swift as this. Such efficiency is unheard of, normally." At least they sent you something for your looking after our group, darling. Be thankful for small mercies." Yes, you are. " Nobody has unpacked my clothes," she complained, "And worse, I can't find them to unpack for myself."Turning to the eunuch, Henry asked, "Where are her things?" All that is needful has been unpacked, Master," was the reply."Only my make-up and so forth. No clothes," wailed Janice."Where are her clothes?" asked Henry, imagining her naked and waiting for him, as the entertainments females had been."Stored, Master, ready for the next time she leaves the ship. Surely she will not require clothes.