I should let you know that while Steven was in the Marines, I took the opportunity to "sow a few wild oats," so to speak. After all those men started ...noticing my body, and since I had gained a large amount of seniority at the travel agency, I decided that some of my free trips should be to some of the more tropical climates on the globe. Actually, I made sure I went to Jamaica several times. While I outwardly told people I was just going to Jamaica, I was actually going to the resort known as. "Have you been a bad slut?" he asked. "Yes sir." I replied, submissively."Get down here!." he said, sternly.I bent over his lap, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me."Crack." the sting of leather hit my ass."Crack..crack..crack." three more hard hits."Stop squirming whore." he demanded. "I'm sorry, sir." I said.Then Carl went to town on my ass. A long, hard bare bottom spanking. He spanked me for a good 20 minutes, calling me names, asking me questions. My legs kicked and my body. I took the cup out of her unresisting hands and then gathered her into my arms. At first she was hesitant but then she clung to me like a drowning victim clings to a floating piece of wood. I don’t know how long we stood there as she sobbed into my chest and I gently caressed her hair, but eventually she came back to herself and she eased herself away from me and pulling open one of the drawers she pulled out some tissues and quickly fixed herself up. ‘Well that was embarrassing to say the. . him? I told myself again I had no choice but this time it felt hollow, just an empty excuse. I started crying. Just like me, the new cabbie was compelled to drive off in the cab, leaving her life behind for me to take over. Tommy held me in his arms but he never found out why I cried that night. Over the next month I adjusted to my new life. I was again a young, attractive woman even if I had gone from being a slim, tall blonde of Norwegian descent to a somewhat short and full-figured.