Kiss my belt slut.Good bitch.(At this point I begin to make smacking sounds over the phone using ariding crop against a notebook in my bedroom)Megan: ...How many times have I told you that your work must be done ontime secretary? How many? Answer me, you worthless tramp!Caller: Umm lots sir. I'm sorry sir.Megan: Maybe this will teach you. Are you starting to cry? Does ithurt? Here let me rub your ass over your slutty black panties where itstings. Such a nice little ass you have Katie. I am just. Her arms encircled me, pulling me tight. The kiss started, sweet and gentle but it soon became more passionate as feverishly we kissed each other. Her mouth tasted divine as my tongue pushed between her lips and my hands began to explore her body. Her tongue thrust back to meet my own.Suddenly, I pulled away, “Let’s go to the bedroom, you never know but someone may be watching,” we burst out laughing, and hugged each other before arm in arm, I led her to my room.I switched on the bedside. Fran Carleton was an inspiration.Fran recalled her very first really humiliating strapping given, not in the house, but in the back yard one fall day when she was fourteen years old. She had been caught smoking a cigarette! She knew she was in for it now and her heart was pounding like crazy as she waited for her farther to return from the evening shift at the factory. Her mother filled her husband in on the bad news and a cloud of guilt and fear filled the house. But her dad did not punish. Dad had called Sunday night to see if there were any more houses we wanted checked out. I could tell they were disappointed when I said, "no." I did tell them they could stay another week and could fly back with us on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week when we finished buying and leasing everything. They decided they had better come home and work a week. But he did offer to go back and help change the locks on all the houses.Kate came in at 6:30 and by 6:45 we were airborne. Oklahoma City was 4.