He started but made no sound."Come on Mr Riley, that was just a love tap - you can do better thanthat!" Kirsten's tone was teasing, but with an undert...one that suggestedthat disobedience was not an option. This time I put much more forceinto the smack and was rewarded - if that was really the right term -with a gasp of pain from Jason and a red imprint on his backside.Eight more swift strikes and the punishment was done. Jason's gasps hadturned to whimpers and his buttocks bore a criss-cross. The woman's richblack eyes were slightly askew in a familiar way."Yes, your right, new shoes, but I'm going to keep practising" That's the sprit, keep up the work, we shall over come right? Don'tworry so, just tell your self you shall be the perfect you" she saidwith a patient smile in her soft English accent."Excuse me you look familiar do I know you? What's your name?" Susansaid.The woman looked over her own large breasts at Susan and smiled"I'm sure we've not met. I'm sure I would remember. Like inthat one about the army base brat, THE GENERAL'S DAUGHTER. That song shesang for those GI's up on that table in the mess hall, "America'sFighting Men". Like she knew all too well what they were facing whenthey shipped out, and she respected the hell out of them. And the partwhere she took on those Nazi saboteurs with those cherry bombs and herslingshot; That steely-eyed look on her face- like Bruce Willis! Like itwas personal...Or that screwball comedy she made with Tracy and Hepburn.. Taking a lighter, from her desk that she used for candles, she held it under the drawing and laid her thumb against the igniter ready to press it, but she couldn't do it. The drawing was too beautiful and Miri meant so much to her. She dropped the lighter, slid the drawing in its plastic cover, and put it back under the bed in her portfolio. Then she bit her lip in frustration, fighting to rationalize and suppress her feelings. I must be crazy, she thought. Is this a crush or an obsession? I.