He walks away to the closest, I hear the lock slip off and the box open. He returns with His belt, but that wasn’t even in the box. He sits on the b...ed. “Princess over my knee,” He commands and without hesitation, over His knee I go. He begins with his hand, raining down on my bare bottom over and over again. I can feel the heat building, my bottom is getting so warm. When is He going to stop, stopping only means he will go to the belt. Two long minutes have passed and He finally stops. Tears. Erika had seen pictures of Jessica and knew she looked exactly like Melissa except in three areas. Melissa was kindly while Jessica's usual attitude was haughty and sardonic. In addition, Jessica dyed her hair to keep the gray out and one of her hazel eyes was glass. The latter feature was the product of an auto accident Jessica suffered at age eighteen, Melissa informed Erika. Melissa did not know the exact details of the event, only that it had seriously scarred Jessica's face. Their father. Divorced, slightly bitter, but otherwise not the sort of person you'd look at twice if you passed her in the mall.I was working on her computer's connection to the network. We'd had new network cabling carried out and while most of it was to a very high, extremely reliable standard we had had one or two machines where the connections were not as reliable as they should be. In the end we'd traced it to a very small faulty batch of wall-boxes - as there were only a few yours truly was replacing. Like I was his girlfriend and he was teasing me. To be honest, it kind of hurt so I grabbed it and asked him wtf he was doing! He said "What do you think YOU'RE doing!? Your hand in on my dick." He was right. I didnt even realize I actually grabbed it and never let it go. I said "Why were you smacking me with your dick!?" He said, "Well you seemed interested in it while we were on the treadmills."I said, "I wasnt interested. I couldnt help noticing it! It was slapping your shorts. What was I.