" Dear Secret Admirer, Here's a photo of our room in San Francisco. You'll notice that the bed is empty. I have dreams the bed isn't empty. I don't kn...ow what to do about it. Any suggestions?" My Dear Beautiful and Surprising Natana, I nearly hurt myself jerking my head around when I read your last e-mail. Any suggestions you asked? Oh yes. Many. How I wish I could make them come true." Dear Stubborn Secret Admirer, What's a girl got to do? You won't tell me where you are so I can't come drag. I asked her the time she would like to go out and we were set with 5’o clock. I picked her up on my bike and went to different malls and she did a huge shopping and this stint made us friends and soon we became good friends. I started talking to her daily and soon we were open to each other. She was taking my decision of which dress to wear on special occasions and parties. I always complimented on her dress sense. One day her husband went to some city on business and was expected to return on. Good job, Carrie," said the coach as she satdown behind her desk."Thanks Coach Chrighton," Ashley said. She smiled and started to leaveto go back to her congratulations."This is best thing I've had going for me since Ashley was stillalive." Carrie looked back at the coach. She was sobbing. Ashley closedthe office door and sat back down across from the coach."Need someone to talk with, Coach?" Coach Creighton looked Carrie inthe eyes."No, don't waste your happy night with me. Go have fun, I'll. Then came the loud smack. I groaned at the sensation.“Hell, I think I’ll do it again.”SMACK.“And again.”SMACK.He spanked me another five times before pausing.I purred, feeling the heat in my ass cheeks. It stung, but it also felt amazing. It was no secret between us that I liked being spanked.He released my hair and leaned back, getting a better view of his handiwork.“Oooh, that’s a nice red,” he remarked. “You know what? Your ass really is fuckable…Maybe I’ll just... ”With that, he teased the.