As the song began to end, she dropped low, grinding her body on an invisible other, her tummy rippling to the beat, the soft down lights accentuating ...every gorgeous attribute she had as she wound her way around the room. As the track faded out completely, she stood in front of me in only her small black g-string and heels, posing for my hungry examination of her immaculate machine. She again bent down really low so that I could see the way her perfect breast fell, admire the rise and fall of. For most of her adult life Claire had been interested in spanking, but her job kept her too busy to socialize. She had a boyfriend in college that used to spank her. Nearly every time she masturbated since then, she remembered the feeling. As she touched herself, she usually just concentrated on the implement being used. It never mattered anymore who was wielding it. All that mattered was the stinging, burning feeling of each impact as it made her cry out. She had tried spanking herself, but. . I can't possibly..." I stammered."You can and you will," she said matter-of-factly, "And if I need tocarry this discussion any further, the next meeting won't be at yourplace but at that caf? we sat the last time."Not wanting to utter another word, I nodded in agreement."So make yourself pretty," she said, "Put on a nice dress, fix your haira little, wear some makeup. Have fun."I had to smile at the last words."Though don't think you're off the hook, mister," she said sternly, "Thenext time. "Nothing much," my bitch side joining the conversation with the usual insult."Go away then", Vlad's voice leaving me unsure if he was snarling or pleading.Bitch Sonja pressed on. "Do those things come in adult sizes?"He pulled his arm back as if to hit me, but we were much too far away from each other. Then he pulled his arm down and began to laugh. He pulled the door fully open. "Come on in and I'll show you".I walked in, pulling up the bottom of my tee shirt to sit on the cold ceramic of the.