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We both know that's not Dave," he replied. "And yeah, I may be a peeping tom but I'm not the one having an affair." He paused and let that sink in; let Bev understand what he'd said. After a moment he went on. "The question I'm struggling with is whether or not I should tell Dave. We've been friends and neighbors a long time." After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a couple of minutes, she spoke up, trying to summon strength into her voice. "All right, I've done what you wanted -- you've gotten your cheap thrill -- now please leave." OK, young lady. Now your training begins. Anytime you fail to do as you are told you will be spanked while over my knee. Do you understand?"

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It was her turn to use a voice dripping with sarcasm -- "Fine -- thank you for the compliment. Now are we done here?" God, this was so humiliating, but Anna steeled herself to get through it, telling herself that it should be all over in a couple of minutes and then she'd be safe again. She barely managed to get the words out, "I want to show you my breasts." Approaching his wife’s last midnight, a man maintains a vigil as her bedside. He is waiting for her to die. But before she does, there are things he wants to say, NEEDS to say. Things that he wants to rub her nose in… For the first time, he shows her the darker side of his sexual nature. The one he has kept carefully hidden for so long… But what is truth and what are the lies he tells at midnight? Don't get so uppity on me, Bev," John replied. Their coffee was all but forgotten. "I'm not the one having an affair. I'm not the one cheating on my spouse." Well this is more about the way you are parenting them. Let me be frank with you. Do you ever use corporal punishment with them? I mean do you ever just take them over your knee and spank them if they disobey you?"

Well that's the problem, Jodie. What you're doing clearly isn't working but I have a suggestion. If you go along with it I won't have to file that report." In the kitchen Bev gestured toward the coffee table. "Have a seat and I'll get the coffee," she said. "Cream and sugar?" she asked.

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Any of that works," said John, now letting his smile show. "You're awesomely hot and you know half the men in the neighborhood lust after you. I don't really care how I get to enjoy you, but if you want me to keep my mouth shut about this to Dave, you'll make sure you convince me not to." That'd be good," said John as he sat down. "Thanks." She was being so welcoming and nice that he almost felt bad about what he had planned, but not bad enough to change his mind.

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Then I guess we'd be in this as equals," John replied. "You're already cheating on your husband. You can't judge me for doing the same on my wife." Sure . Both Jeff and I think the world of you and I'm sure that we would find whatever you had to say about our kids to be valuable." I see where your children get their sass. You are long overdue for this young lady!" Having said that he began to slap me across my bottom... I was so stunned I didn't know what to do but after four or five slaps I found that I couldn't really think at all!...I was reduced from being a college-educated country club woman wearing the latest designer clothes to a whimpering, sniveling child pleading for mercy...after only a few slaps! Yes, the slaps were loud and they did sting but something else was going on here. But all of this is in retrospect. The slaps kept coming and Steve was methodical in the way he administered my punishment. He uttered not a word until he stopped...I guess it was twenty but I long lost count. Once he stopped, he reached over to brush my hair from over my eyes and looked down at me in what I could only think of as a quite satisfied expression and asked me if I wanted him to rub my ass. He assured me that it would lessen the pain. As I tried to answer I could feel a lump in my throat and the tears welling up in my eyes. I was so embarrassed that I am sure my complexion was scarlet. I could only nod. He then began to rub my ass gently. It felt so good... until I realized that I was being touched by a common bus driver...on my ass no less... and I was grateful! Oh no. We would never do that. That is wrong. We talk to them and if we must punish them we do it by taking away privileges. That is what we do. We would never hit our children." Her mind was spinning a thousand miles a second, searching for some way out, but nothing seemed to appear. There was simply no apparent escape from this hell she'd gotten herself into. Finally, she stammered, "Wait!...Wait...What if...," -- she could barely force the words out of her mouth -- Her voice was barely audible as she, resignedly, said, "What if I let you have sex with me? Then would you promise to never tell anyone anything -- not about this, not about Timmy, not about anything?"