"You'll beat me like in the picture?" she stammered, hereyes dark with emotion."Yes." Because I'm dressed in the manner of St Joan?" That's right, Nao...mi. Because you're dressed like St Joan."The expression was a euphemism based upon a picture in whichSt Joan of Arc is on the stake being burned. In it, she'sseen calling to the Lord, entreating his mercy, while anassorted crowd of clergy, soldiers and commoners look on.She's adorned in a thin linen dress, torn at the top and onfire at the bottom,. Starting at my neck, stomach, and my long and sexy legs. It was a very hot day in August. I think it must have been ninety degrees. The sun felt so good on my skin. I just rested in the sun a while, and then I moved my bikini top down, and started to play with my firm breasts. I actually got breast implants a few years back. They're quite large, I think around a 38D. I rolled my nipples between my index finger and my thumb. My nipples were hard and stiff like erasers. Next, I slipped my. I am so glad to meet you, I have heard so much about you. Come on in.” “Glad to meet you too”. I said. She noticed what I was wearing and she said, “Before we sit down, I want to snap a picture of you. You look so romantic like that”. So she got out her camera and took some pictures of me. Then she laid down the camera and said; “Now lets see what is in the duffle bag and I want you to put it on my coffee table”. So we sat on the couch and I put the spanking implements on the coffee. The members had been very sympathetic, ruling he did not have to replace her, but he insisted and within weeks had provided a suitable replacement, a young blonde, Brianna, whose eagerness was matched by her ability to contort her body in such ways as to provide the membership with the most unusual of pleasures. She had not only become a Club favorite, she had, over the years, become an excellent trainer. She still visited the Club and serviced the members from time to time, but her services.