I finally grasped both her small wrists in my own and caught my breath. She was grinning playfully, that mischievous twinkle not yet extinguished from... her eyes. I knew if I let her hands go, I would be attacked yet again.I'll blame it on the earlier anger and then the defencive frustration of being tickled that caused my sudden movement when she was able to move her hands inside my arms and tickle the inside of my elbows. Also a ticklish spot! To stop another round of tickling, I yanked her. Her panties were soaked. She had come at least once from the spanking and now she clamped her thighs together on my hand and came again. "Stand up," I ordered, "your panties are all wet. Take them off and hand them to me." "Please Nicky....." She was blushing now. I knew she loved to be scolded. I knew from all our on line chats how embarrassing it was for her when she got so wet and excited. Of course I loved it. "Right now, young lady. Take them off and get back over my knee." Slowly. “I’ll let you know,” I looked up at him and smiled as best I could. We walked up the beaten trail in silence to the parking lot. The day-long high had already been sucked away, and I was thinking of a corner store I could stop at on the way home for something to drink.We made a b-line to the bike rack; mine was the only one left. Jamie was silent and stood close as I unlocked the bike and wrapped the lock around itself on the frame. The awkward silence sent a shiver through me; I couldn’t wait. PLEASE justsit down and listen, please? I promise that all yourquestions will be answered when I'm finished."She stood there, looking at me with that "hurt puppy"look on her face and I couldn't stay angry. I mean Iwas still angry, but I HAD promised to listen and Ikeep my promises, no matter what. I sat back down andshe continued with her wild story."Okay, I told you that my real name is Eric. I AM, or IWAS a guy when I started at HEADLIGHTS. I got the jobthe same way you will if you accept my.