He’d love to see those luscious globes turn pink by his 3x7 inch custom-made paddle. A paddle he hadn’t used on any woman before, but somehow he w...anted to brand this woman with it. He’d had it made a few years back, when he was engaged to his ex. Well - not as a particular gift for her per se, but as a basic need to brand his woman, once he’d gotten married. He would probably have introduced her to it, but she chose to walk out on him a few weeks before their wedding, by hooking up with his. I opened it to find her there, her eyes gazing into mine through her dark Spanish hair. She said a shy "Hello" and I showed her the way upstairs. I followed her up the stairs, watching her superb round arse in her tight light blue jeans in front of me. I could see a pair of those sexy cotton panties peeking out the top of her jeans, and the thought of what was to come had my cock almost bursting through my pants.As we entered my room, she turned to me and we shared a passionate kiss. She. "They went and had breakfast, neither of them actually realizing the line they had crossed. Four merry young eyes had seen it though and thoroughly approved.One night the shift was shorthanded. Pat and Mike took separate cars. Around 4 AM as Pat checked the businesses on her beat she noticed the side door to the Senior Citizen's Center was ajar. She sighed and pulled up. Mrs. Robertson, the center's director, was a darling but was always forgetting to lock up. Noticing the battery was running. More importantly, I need you to come with me.” I closed the register, tore off my mandatory vest, jumped over the counter and grabbed her hand. We were outside of the station when I ran into my first problem: we needed a car. “Which one is yours?” she pointed to a white van. A white fucking van! Well, better than nothing, although it was a little sketchy for a girl like her. “Get in,” I commanded. “Are you kidnapping me?” I turned to look at her. She looked calm, but her brown eyes told a.