That he will be waiting.I tell Jim and he nods, but hands me a roll of quarters. I have no idea what this is for, but he points the way and I head out.... When I find a long hallway filled with doors. I walk up to the one labeled #3 and open the door and step in. It smells of sex. It’s a very small room with a small TV monitor. It has a coin slot, so I put a quarters in. A pornographic movie starts playing. The screen shows a naked woman on her knees, with several men around her. She is sucking. Then I stop without warning; just as you were about to cum. You experience mixed emotions of relief and frustration at the same time. I pass my next instructions as I withdraw my hand from under your dress, "Go to the loo and take off your thong."I suck my fingers, enjoying your aroused aroma and taste, as you make your way self-consciously to the door marked 'Ladies' at the far end of the pub... trying to avoided eye contact with anyone; your cheeks flushed - your mind wondering if anyone has. He instructed me to take the suit into the dressing room, power my body from head to toe, and to look over the paperwork on the clipboard he handed me and to sign off. He also instructed me to roll the suit up my body which I didn't understand what he meant until I figured out I couldn't exactly put it on like a pair of pants. It probably took me at least a half an hour to get the suit on. Once it was on I felt like I was dripping in sweat, I thought the feet on the foot were probably just. Of all the words to describe punishment “SPANKED” only describes erotic sexual bliss to me. I looked at him and taking my time so he could drink in his reflection in my eyes, I responded using an innocent little girl voice saying, yes Sir sometimes I need to be SPANKED, I emphasized. I could see his lip quivering trying to digest what I just said but then the buzzer sounded in the school and shocked both of us back to reality. I make a quick excuse that I need to get Sarah home and then get to.