I was sitting there hoping this was not going to end abruptly, she was on her knees and bent over me slightly, so I decided to go for it and put my ha...nd on her butt and started to caress it. I had watched her strut this thing as a cheerleader at our high school for three years, that was torture. She stopped for a second and pulled her skirt up so I could see she did not have on any panties and then went back to stroking my cock.This was all so amazing to me I just decided to go with whatever. “Now get dressed.” I commanded. She scrambled to assemble herself as best she could before I shoved her back into the car. I threw the blanket in the trunk and the tape recorder in the glove box. I drove her back to her house in total silence. When we arrived she quickly tried to open the door. I grabbed her wrist causing her to jolt. “Go inside, clean yourself off, and throw away your underwear. Or else.” She shook her head furiously before practically sprinting inside.The next day I was. They both gave the type of discipline the Mum’s wanted. Talking on the telephone and ear pulling are quite specific types of discipline and the Mum’s can specify this when first entering in to the contract with RDL. This personalised style of service is quite fundamental to the satisfaction achieved by the Mum’s. One can easily argue it is also comforting to the Recipient, knowing they will be disciplined just like they were at home by their Mum’s. So, satisfaction and comfort, not two words. Her wrist was immediately dropped and her stunned senses kicked in at the same time she heard the growl, a feral rumbling that resonated through her. Her eyes flew open as his scent washed over her and as her knees literally buckled beneath her, her nipples hardening, she knew exactly who it was. Lack of height restricted her view to sculpted pectorals, snugly encased in the soft black cotton of the club’s security uniform. Her gaze flew up to find his whiskey coloured eyes, above sharp.