" Yes Ms Collins," he answered.After the punishment was completed the tears were running freely downhis face and his bottom burned with the afterglow ...of a severe spanking.But even that pain was nothing compared to the burn of humiliation hefelt inside at the public nature of his punishment. He felt his pantiesbeing pulled up and then the short skirt was smoothed down over hisbottom."Stand up," Abigail commanded.David stood somewhat shakily, fighting the temptation to try and rub thepain away. " Luke, as you sleep, you can still hear my voice... you can hear myvoice, and you listen to it, listen to how it relaxes you, makes you socomfortable..."He was under, his breathing had changed, and I could tell he was in atrance now, at that point half-way between waking and sleeping when themind was at its most open. This was it. Could I do this to my love? DidI have any choice; was there any other way to stop this getting out ofhand, from breaking us apart? I continued.***It was a good. I was wearing abright yellow heavy knit sweater, a comfortable knee length skirt and lowheeled pumps.? My hair was in a ponytailand I had on just a minimum of makeup. Taking the hand of mybrother I thanked the driver from the nursing home and confirmed he would beback in about four hours.? The nurse, whowould stay while Jim was visiting, waved a book at me as I pointed her towards thelounge and told her to help herself to tea or coffee in the kitchen. Jim was wearing aneat sports shirt and. Would her heart beat faster? Surely not as hastily as mines. I dreamed that my heart would pummel forever louder and faster in my chest, maintaining a menacing tempo to my desire, as if by beating all the louder it would somehow drown out the rising tide of illicit desire rising within the essence of my being. When I closed my eyes and thought of these things, the world and its ills simply slid away. No more doubt or fear, no more worry or pain. In its place was that most coveted thing of all:.