It was from a guy who said his name was Greg. He said he was local to me, very discreet and clean, and that he'd love to help me explore my fantasies.... He also said that he'd be respectful and would not do or expect anything I didn't want to do. We messaged back and forth for a while, and then I finally agreed to let him come over to my apartment late one afternoon.I was nervous as the time approached. I was very horny, and it was all I could do to stop jerking off. I knew if I did, I wouldn't. I went to bed replaying my interview with the beautifulLaura and trying to block out my mind any doubts about my acquiescence tothis special woman.The next day the time seemed to drag on because I kept wanting to runhome to get ready again for my next encounter at the Best Friends Salon.Finally I finished my last project and I rushed home to get ready. When Iarrived at the salon, Rita escorted me to the back of the salon andintroduced me to Greta their skin specialist. Greta was a stern. A hairbrush was the first implement introduced. A flat oblong backed wooden paddle hairbrush which she used with increasing regularity with over the knee spankings. It stung like crazy and she knew went beyond my enjoyment level. She then introduced the strap which was a two pronged leather affair which she needed to be standing up to deliver. Next was the horsewhip. I enjoyed horse riding so it was almost natural when she later introduced it. One of my own actually. When I was 25 the cane. I brought my hand up to the door and knocked lightly. I did not see any lights on and there was no car in the garage, so it was possible that her father was not even here to begin with. Maybe that would be for the best though. I could go home and not have to worry about what Stephanie would think if she found out about what I was doing. I waited a minute and began to turn around to leave when the door creeped open. Stephanie’s dad stood in the doorway, a beer in his hand and a smile on his.