“I’ll look forward to talking to you this evening.”I hung up and looked at the two of them. “Your father got to her,” I said bluntly. “She...’s on board to go get a lawyer and start suing me for Vance Waterman, the sex they think we had last night and anything else they can think of that’s worth a chunk of my bank account.” I felt like I might throw up.“What do we do?” she asked instantly.“We talk it out,” I said. “How are you feeling right now?”“Like they don’t care what I want,” she said. But that was never a problem again, I suspect my boss (the owner) probably preferred the chance to spank me once in a while.Honestly, I liked the spankings a little bit too. Before you ask, I’m not aroused by the pain; I’m not a masochist. But my husband can be such a wimp, especially since he lost his corporate position, that I enjoy having a man take charge of me. Not all of the time, or even most of the time.For the last 2 years nothing has changed about the spankings. Sometimes when I know. Kathy walked over to me and almost pressed her body against mine. I could smell her perfume and felt her breath near my neck as I looked back over at my mother. "Why don't you strip down for the girls, and then give the birthday girl Liz a lap dance. It has been awhile since she has been on a date, so this will be the highlight of her night." I was still visibly a little shocked but the other girls cheered the idea and started to encourage me to get my clothes off.With the encouragement of the. . um ... I guess I fell asleep. What time is it?" It's 8:30. I came home to change but I gotta get back to the office. Are you okay? I'll stay if there's something wrong."Rubbing my eyes I said, "No, nothing's wrong. Do what you have to do."I trailed Ron upstairs but took a detour to Mike's room. Peeking in, I saw the messed up bed and his clothes on the floor where he left them. Then my eyes opened wide. I ran into the room and grabbed my robe, throwing it under Mike's bed. And then it hit me.