It is just your Lizzy as you are coming to know me. But, should something be done about it? It has been almost two weeks since you last spanked me i...n the grocery store. Perhaps it is time. You know I love when you do.So, a few minutes after five o’clock, you walk over to my desk and ask me, “Lizzy, what are you doing?” I am so absorbed in one of the stories I have found, actually dripping rather heavily into my diaper, I do not hear you at first. It is only when you say “Lizzy” again that I. A loud moan escapes my throat and Mr. Whyte continues to slam his cock into me. My moans get louder with each thrust and he lowers me down before stuffing my ripped panties into my mouth, silencing me and grabbing my wrists, holding them behind my back, my face down on the carpet. "As much as I love your moans of pleasure, we have to be quiet. You don't want anyone hearing you, do you?" I shake my head, realizing that someone could have already heard. He smiles and fucks me harder than before.. We all sat down, and Mr Stephenson tapped me on the shoulder and held up another bottle of Hamm's. Placing a finger to his lips, indicating for me to be quiet about it, he sat down next to me. It was just a couple minutes before the first rocket was lit and everybodys gaze was transfixed upwards, watching the coloful display as each rocket exploded. The older man tapped me again and discreetly slipped the bottle into my hand. Again indicating for me to keep it hidden, I took a quick sip and. No, I mean it, his shirt and pants, even his boots shredded into scrapsand dropped to the floor around him. Them scraps turned to dust and... blewaway.He was just standing there in his underwear, a pair of baggy, calf-lengthgray cotton drawers and a long sleeve shirt made of the same dull graycloth. It was drafty in that room, and he shivered, maybe from the coldor, maybe, from what was happening to him.Then, sudden like, he started to shrink. I told you that he wasn't tootall, five foot.