Our conversation wrapped itself up as it usually does, she telling me how deeply she desired my attentions, me telling her "Soon, my good girl. Soon."...Saturday morning, and our usual haunt - a quaint little Victorian with gingerbread trim, now a coffee shop and book store favored by hunched over introspects, noses deeply buried in volumes they were too "impoverished" to purchase, yet a $4.00 espresso sat cooling on the table before them. I would never understand people's slavery to image, yet my. My nipples were hard, partly because I was horny and partly because it was chilly…summer nights in England usually are! As we kissed he undid a couple of buttons on my cardigan and slid his hand inside. Then he undid 3 or 4 buttons on the front of my dress and pulled it aside, exposing one breast then the other. My tits were young and firm back then and small enough that I didn’t need a bra. The cold misty spray from the surf caressed my skin, it was exhilarating. Overwhelmed by excitement and. Those first three pops alone had hurt more than the earlier two spankings. Oh, why couldn’t she have just done what she had been told? Why did she always have to resist? Was pulling her shorts and panties down really so bad to have earned this extra punishment by resisting those acts? She had always imagined that the humiliation of being spanked would be worse than the actual physical pain. Having experienced both now, she resolved that, as bad as it was, she would be much more open to. I asked the waiter to see if I could thank Johnny Depp personally. I gave the server the money I planned on spending for the meal as a tip. I’m sure my measly $250 was a drop compared to what he probably got from Johnny. Tasha and I rose and followed the server to a secluded section of the restaurant. There sat Johnny, Drew Barrymore, Tim Burton, and some of their entourage. “Ah.” Johnny said rising as we entered. It’s not very often that we get thanked for paying someone’s bill like we did.