"Robert, I need a college age boy to help me out with something," said Lisa, with a smile. "Could you help me, please?"

"Sure," I said, quickly. Lisa was our neighbor. I had known her for about ten years, from the time she was in her mid-twenties. I had been attracted to her for about seven years, from the time I hit puberty. Heck, what normal male wouldn't have been?

Lisa was stunning. She was about five-ten, with shiny, jet black hair, shoulder length and wavy. She had the face of a cover girl, with deep blue eyes, which were captivating. Since she was single, she had plenty of time to work out, and she took full advantage of it. She was definitely fit, curvy in all the right places. Lisa was a likable person, who naturally commanded respect. She was bright, confident, very good with people, and ambitious. I knew that she was a fast climbing executive in the advertising company that she worked for. She demanded the best from herself and from those who worked for her, and she consistently got it. She knew how to persuade, usually with a warm, personal charm and a winning smile. Of course I would help her!

"I have to fly tonight to Chicago for a week," she explained. "We are trying to win a big new account up there. I need someone to watch the house while I am gone. I'll be glad to pay you."

"Sure," I replied so eloquently, as I couldn't help but stare back into those blue eyes. "But I don't want any money for it. I'd be glad to do it."

"Good," she continued. "Thanks. If you would, just walk around the outside once a day, to be sure everything is okay. Oh, and here is the key. Please check the inside now and then, too. I'll get the key back from you when I get back. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. Be glad to," I said.

"Great," she said with a smile. "'Bye. I gotta go pack now. Thanks again, Robert." I watched most attentively as she walked away.

I was thrilled that Lisa had asked me. Here I was, 21 years old, decent looking, with normal, 21-year old hormones, helping out this gorgeous neighbor babe. The job would be easy, and we might even get to know each other better. I was sure hoping so! "Who knows where that might lead?" my hormones were asking.

I started the next day. Everything looked fine, with no problem. For a single person, Lisa had a big house. She said it was a good investment in the long run, or something like that. I used the key and checked inside. It was a nice house. It had three stories, counting a downstairs garage in the back and a finished basement. I walked all through the inside, and everything looked fine. I wasn't surprised that the whole inside looked good.

The next few days were about the same. Everything was good. Since I had seen the whole inside of the house several times now, I started looking more at the things she had. I could tell that she was a classy woman with great taste.

Toward the end of the week, I started getting curious. I was wondering what Lisa's closet looked like. Feeling a little frisky, I walked to her bedroom, on the top floor. I opened her closet door and looked all around. Of course, the closet was neat and well organized. On the floor to the side was a foot locker with a padlock on it. Besides the usual kinds of daily feminine wear, I noticed a number sexy-looking party dresses and a collection of executive-looking pants suits and skirted suits. Some of the skirts looked pretty short to me. There was the usual assortment of shoes. What caught my attention there were several pair of tall, shiny high heels. There were black ones, white ones, and red ones. I started imagining how she would look in one of those short skirted suits and the heels. I knew that this was wrong, but it was so exciting. Realizing that I was standing here with an erection in her closet, I decided that I had better leave.

Finally came the last day of my job. Lisa was due to fly back the next morning. The house was still fine, inside and out. Up in her bedroom, I was drawn right back to her closet. I was erect again, but this time I was enjoying the feeling. Then my mind really started wandering. I was imagining what she might wear under those sexy clothes and how fantastic she would look.

My eyes turned to her dresser. My heart started pounding. "No, I can't," I thought to myself. But then my hormones thought, "Why not? Nobody would ever know!" I walked over to her dresser and began opening and peeking into all the drawers, one by one. I didn't see anything exciting, until I got to one that some stockings in it. There were some pantyhose, and then I saw some others that were definitely stockings. Some were loose in the drawer, and many more were still in packages. I looked carefully through the loose ones. Most were black, and there were a few red ones and some white ones. Most of them were sheer, and I could tell that many had seams down the back. Some of them, in different colors, had elastic at the top. I had admired Lisa's long, shapely legs when I had seen her in shorts during the summers. I was just imagining how great those legs would look in all of these different stockings and with those high heels I had seen in her closet! God, was I excited!

I eventually put all the stockings back and explored some more. The very next drawer was filled with panties and some other frilly things. I saw panties in a lot of different colors, mostly white, black, and red, with others of orange, blue, and purple and a few other colors. Some were bright, and others were soft and pastel, and there were even some animal patterns! All of them were cut high on the sides. Then I saw some that were frilly and lacy and so incredibly sexy!! As I held up a few pair, I saw that some of them were crotchless!! I began picturing her in those, and I was almost busting out of the front of my pants! As I put those back into the drawer, I saw some garter belts. This was really neat! A few were of different solid colors with no decoration, and then I saw some lacy ones, white, and red, and black. There were also some pastel ones that were the same colors as some of the pastel panties. One of the black lacy ones had a little red heart in the front. My imagination was going wild, visualising Lisa in these garter belts, panties, stockings and heels!!

As I was putting everything back in good order, so Lisa would have no clue that I had seen all of this, I saw several brightly colored little pieces, some of them even shiny-looking. I picked them up and saw that they were thongs! Oh, my God, Lisa wears thongs! I became aware that I was actually panting, as I saw her clearly in my mind, with the little triangles right over her pussy, and these skinny little strips in the rear, disappearing deep down into her crack, leaving that wonderfully round ass, that I had admired so many times as she walked, completely exposed!! All of these intimate things felt so sexy in my hands. I wondered what they must feel like against bare skin!

I started to leave, but my hormones started thinking again. The house was locked, and I was the only one in there for the whole rest of the day. I had the whole house to myself! I decided to strip. "Oh, man!" I thought to myself. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" I took off everything, and at last my raging erection had room to stretch and breathe! I was totally naked now, in Lisa's bedroom, with my cock pointed straight as a rod, outward and upward! I felt like this couldn't possibly be real! I picked up a pair of skimpy, silky pink panties and rubbed them all over my face. Ooooohhhhh, that feels so sexy!! I slid them down slowly to my chest, and I started slipping them down lower, where I would really like to feel them.

"ROBERT!!!" she shouted. My heart jumped up all the way into my throat! I turned around and looked, with my jaw hanging open and the panties in my hand, and the flash blinded me! It was Lisa!!

"Oh, my God!" I said, having no idea what to do! I felt like the squirrel that wants to run ten directions at once in front of a car and ends up going nowhere...and gets hit! "I thought…(trying to think of what day it was)…that you were coming back tomorrow!" I was in complete panic, and my heart was pounding hard!

"I'll tell you about that later," Lisa said calmly. What class! How could she be so calm? The world was falling apart! "Right now, though, Robert, I want to know just what you think you are doing."

"I…..I…..I'm sorry," I stammered. Then I remembered I was naked and hard! "I'll go. I'm sorry, Lisa." I reached down for my underwear.

"No, you just stay there, just like you are," she said. She looked down at a table next to her, where a picture was developing. She had an instant camera! "Hmmmm," she said. "Look at this dumb expression on your face. You look like a deer in headlights! Ohhhh, and look at what is sticking up here. It shows up so well! And you, holding a pair of pink panties! You obviously like them!"

How could she be so composed? It must be all that executive experience. "Please……." I couldn't think of what to say. I just wanted out!

"Let's see," Lisa said. "I wonder how your parents might like to see this…….and your girlfriend………and those guys that hang out with you at the house sometimes. I could get copies made for all of them! Wouldn't that be great, Robert?"

"Noooooo, " I pleaded. I thought about trying to take the picture away from her. But I'd feel stupid doing that naked, and besides, she is fit enough that she could probably win anyway. "No, please………I'll do anything! Anything! Please, Lisa!!" Here I was, naked, hard, totally caught, and begging! I had so often wanted to be naked in front of Lisa, but not like this!

Lisa now had me right where she wanted me, and she knew it. She could tell that I had meant it when I said I would do anything. "I'll tell you what, Robert," she said. "I'll make you a deal. What you have done here deserves a lot of punishment." She paused, and, once again now feeling both excitement and fear, I couldn't think of a thing to say. "If you agree to accept whatever punishment that I decide that you deserve, I will give this picture back to you when it is over. If you do not agree, you may get dressed and leave now, and I will make as many copies of this picture as I wish and do whatever I wish with them. What do you say to that, Robert?"

I was completely trapped and totally flustered and vulnerable and afraid. "Look, Lisa………," I managed to say. Those steely blue eyes were now piercing deep into me. "Okay," was all I could say. "Okay, I'll do it." I was still wondering why she was here right now.

"You'll do which one, Robert?" she asked, as she continued to stare through me.

I really didn't want to have to say this out loud. I knew there was no choice, so I worked up the courage and said, "I'll take the punishment."

"If you choose that one, Robert, you will submit completely to me. I will punish you as long and hard and in whatever way I wish. You will take every single bit of it, and you will have absolutely no control over anything. Is that what you want to do, Robert?" I knew that I couldn't have those pictures spread around.

"Yeah," I managed to get out.

"I want to hear 'Yes, ma'am' out of you through this, Robert." Her voice was very commanding. I had never heard her like this before. "Is that clear?"

"Sure…….I mean, yes, ma'am."

"Good choice," Robert, she said, continuing that serious look. "Very smart."

Lisa reached for a straight back armless chair that was at the table next to her. She placed it in the middle of the open area of that part of her bedroom. I now noticed that she was dressed very casually. She had on a loose-fitting short sleeve white blouse, which still didn't hide her assets up there very much, blue jeans, and sneakers, with white anklet socks. She looked great, even in loose clothes. She sat down, with her knees and feet together.

"Put my panties back in the drawer, close the drawer, and come here, Robert." I obeyed. "Come stand right over here," she ordered, pointing to a spot immediately to her right. I did just as she said. "Put your hands together on top of your head." I did that, and I suddenly remembered how vulnerable I was feeling. Between the thrill of her panties and now standing naked before this beautiful woman, in spite of my fear, I was fully erect and exposed. Lisa stared right at my cock. "I see that you really like playing with my panties, Robert. Those college girls must be hot for you. I bet you really turn them on, don't you?" She kept staring straight at it as she talked. She was turning me on by keeping her eyes on my cock, but this situation was so unreal. I was so embarrassed. Then she looked up and said, "Stay just like you are and look at me, Robert. Look right at my eyes, and I don't want to hear a word out of you." I usually love looking at her eyes. But this time, with a no-nonsense look that I had never seen on her before, it wasn't fun. I felt that she was gazing deep into me. Then she began laying down the law to me.

"Robert, what you have done is despicable. I trusted you with my home and everything in it. You violated that trust. I can never trust you again, Robert. But I can, and I will, punish you for it." I felt ashamed and afraid, and I looked down at the floor. "Look at me!" I obeyed. With her gaze, she was drilling the words into me. "Robert, listen to every word I say. I am going to take you over my knee, and I am going to spank you. I am going to spank your bare ass long and hard, and it is going to hurt a lot, and you are going to take every stroke of it. When I finish with you, you will never, ever even think of doing this kind of thing again!" I had never seen her this angry and this commanding before. There was absolutely no question that I was in deep, deep trouble. "Get over my knee…..now!!" I did.

I lay across Lisa's lap. I had never felt someone else's blue jeans against this part of me before. The feel of denim against skin reminded me of how vulnerable I was to her. "Over a little further, Robert. I want your ass on top of my right thigh. I want it right where I can get to it easily." I complied. "Put your palms down on the floor, and you will keep them there. If you reach back even one time, you will wish you hadn't! Do you understand me, Robert?"

"Yes, ma'am." There was nothing else to say. With my head and hands way over like this, I could feel that my bottom was peaked up on her thigh. I felt like I was serving it up to her. I was.

She rested her hand on my right cheek and, with a couple of squeezes, said, "I know that you are wondering how I surprised you. I will tell you later. But first……….."

Lisa raised her hand and slapped hard. I heard and felt a resounding smack. Then came four more rapidly on the same spot, followed by five fast ones on one spot on the other cheek. I was starting to feel it already. She wasn't speaking at all now, and I knew that she was concentrating on her bare target. The spanks kept coming, in no pattern. I felt the stings from her hand high, low, one cheek, middle, other cheek, both cheeks, slowly, rapidly, same spot, but all at full strength. I knew she was fit, but I didn't really realize she was this strong. I don't know how many spanks there were. All I knew was that she meant business. The slaps were loud, smack after smack after smack, flesh against flesh. My bottom was really stinging. As I started to squirm, she stopped.

"Get up," she ordered. I was thinking that I had made it through it. I was wrong. "You have a lot more punishment coming to you, Robert. You are going to remember this punishment for a long time." As we both stood, she grabbed me by my left earlobe and walked briskly to the other side of the bedroom. We came to an upholstered chair. "Turn this chair around," Lisa commanded. I did it, so that I was now facing the back of the chair. "Now bend over it and put your elbows on the seat. I did that, and I was surprised at how high that lifted my bottom, right at the top of the back of the chair. "You are to stay right here. I am going to leave the room for a minute. You won't know when I am coming back. If I find that you have moved even an inch, your punishment will be twice what I already have I mind. Do you understand me?"

"Okay," I mumbled. SMACK! WHAP!

"How do you address me, Robert?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said weakly.

"That's better," she said. "Here is something to think about until I get back. She took a full swing and gave me two resounding smacks, each one right in the middle of each cheek. As I kept position, I watched her walk away. She stopped for a little while in her closet to get something and then left the room. I noticed that she picked up the picture on her way out.

As I waited, I couldn't believe what I worked myself into. It started out with my helping this great-looking neighbor babe, with hopes of something happening. Now, here I was, in serious trouble with her, and getting punished in a way that was so embarrassing. I knew it was my own fault. It was going so wrong. Eventually, I heard footsteps. It was that clicking sound like high heels make. I felt a thrill about that. I looked up, and my erection came raging back.

I had no way of knowing it then, but Lisa had been thinking to herself, "If I have to go to this trouble to punish this naughty boy, then I am at least going to have fun with it." She had changed into all black, which looked so good with her shiny, wavy black hair. She was adorned with a tight, black leather miniskirt and a black leather bra that pushed her quite ample breasts up magnificently! That must have been in that locker in her closet! As my eyes wandered back down her incredibly sexy body, I saw sheer black stockings. And I was right about the heels. The footsteps I had heard had been from her tall, shiny black spiked pumps. I couldn't believe how hot she looked! I wanted her so badly! My heart was pounding again, and my cock was hard again and pointing straight down the back of the chair I was bent over.

Lisa began to get me ready for the next phase of my punishment. She put something down on the bed and then walked over to where I was still peaked up. "Good thing for you that you are in just the same position," she said. Then I saw that she had four leather cuffs with cords attached to them! "Give me your arm," she commanded. She took my left arm and attached a cuff to my wrist. Then she ran the cord to the front leg of the chair and tied it. "Now the other one." She did the same thing with my right wrist. I was feeling fear creeping back in. Whatever she had in mind, I knew that I couldn't reach back.

She turned to walk around behind me, and I admired the seams running in a nice, straight line down the backs of her wonderfully shapely legs. Then I felt a leather-covered bottom pressing against me! She was standing in the same position she would use to shoe a horse!. "Give me your leg," she ordered, as she grabbed my left ankle and pulled it up sharply. She cuffed that ankle, let it back down, and moved to my right.

How I loved the feeling of her bottom against me, even though it was covered in leather. "Give me the other one," came the command. She pulled my right ankle up and cuffed it in the same way. After she let it down, she squatted down behind me, pulled my right leg out to the right, and tied it to the leg of the chair. Then she moved to my left ankle. As she squatted again and pulled my left ankle out and secured it, I became very aware that my legs were spread wide, that my hard cock was sticking straight down the back of the chair, and that she had a good, close-up view of everything I had. She walked back a little and stopped directly behind me. Things got quiet. I knew that she was admiring the view when she said, "Now that's more like it."

The next part was about to begin. Lisa walked over to my pants, which were lying on the floor by her dresser, and she removed my leather belt. The sound of her sliding the belt from my pants was frightening! With belt in hand, she walked over behind me and stopped. She began caressing my thighs. "I told you that I would let you know how I came to surprise you. Here is what happened." She kept caressing slowly, working her way upward, as she continued.

"The meeting finished early, because we won the new account quickly. So I flew on back this morning. I drove back home from the airport, parked in the garage, and closed the garage door." Her hand had worked up to my bottom, and now she was caressing my bare cheeks, so sensuously. "I needed to start getting the new ad campaign under way, so I changed into casual clothes and worked on it on my computer in the basement. The quiet time for that was nice." I then realized that I had gone straight from her living room up here to her bedroom. I had not gone to the basement. I had not seen her car, because it was in the garage next to the basement.

Lisa was now caressing and gently squeezing my cock and balls. Oh, her hand felt so good! "I heard someone walking upstairs, and I figured it must be you. When I got to the door of the bedroom, I was absolutely shocked to see you naked and hard and playing around in my panty drawer." Her hand was now squeezing my cock and giving it a few strokes. "You were so absorbed in it that you didn't see or hear me. I left very quietly to get the camera and came back. I sneaked back in quietly, saw you caressing your cock with my panties, and you know the rest."

Yes, I certainly did. She released my cock and walked around to the front of the chair, where I could see her. God, she looked so good! She was standing with her feet apart, and her hands on her hips, with total authority. I couldn't help but notice that her leather skirt looked so good against her thighs this way. She began pulling on both ends of the leather belt, so that I could see it and hear it pop together.

"And now for the next part of your punishment. I am going to strap you, young man. I am going to use your own leather belt on your bare ass. I am going to swing hard, and you are going to feel this belt over and over and over. You are going to regret what you did to me, Robert. Do you understand that?"

I wanted to say that I already understood, but I was afraid to say anything except, "Yes, ma'am."

Lisa walked around behind me, and I felt more vulnerable than ever. I was bent way over, and my bare cheeks and hard cock were in full view. She reached back and swung hard. WHAP! Right across the middle of both cheeks! I tried to stand up, but I couldn't move at all. After a few seconds, WHAP! again, across the lower part of both cheeks.

She was taking her time, letting each stroke sink in, and enjoying watching the red stripe appear. She was in absolutely no hurry. She then began covering my whole bottom with the belt. Stroke after stroke, every one hitting solidly. She even knew how to strap one cheek at a time!

After some large number of strokes, she stopped and knelt down behind me, up close. She examined me closely and used her hands to feel the heat coming from all parts of my bottom. Her hands wandered back to my balls, feeling them all around, slowly, one at a time, and then cupping both of them and squeezing them, almost enough to start hurting. Her hand then slid to my cock. She let her fingertips caress all over and around the shiny helmet that was the tip of my fully engorged cock. She seemed to enjoy playing there and took her time. It was so incredibly exciting! Next, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and kneaded it over and over, like dough. She then grabbed it hard and stroked it swiftly, just a few times. I was close to exploding, but she stopped just in time. How did she know just when to stop?

She stood and said, matter-of-factly, "You need a little more." She slowly and deliberately stepped back, waited a little, and then WHAP!….….. WHAP!…….... WHAP! This was even harder than before! Every stroke sounded and like a very loud hand-clap. I was propped up high and spread wide, and that leather belt kept raining down on me, again, and again, and again! She was relentless! I could tell that she had a sideways stance and each time was taking a big step and a full swing, like a batter hitting a home run and following through! And I knew she was enjoying seeing all those red streaks getting brighter and brighter, as she kept strapping my poor, upturned bare ass. I was absolutely on fire! Finally, the strapping stopped.

I thought she was going to release me from the cuffs, but she didn't. Instead, she stood behind me to admire the fine strapping she had given me, and then she walked toward the door. "You think about what you have done, Robert, and then I will be back for the final part of your punishment." Another part! How could I take it? But she knew that I could…and would.

After a few minutes, Lisa came back in and freed me from my bondage. She grabbed my earlobe again and pulled me back to the other side of the room. As we passed the foot of her bed, she commanded, "Pick up that hairbrush and bring it with you, Robert." Not a hairbrush! Without question, I did as I was told. She sat down in the chair she had used before. Last time, she had been in casual clothes. This time, I was gazing down upon her shiny black hair, model-quality face, and deliciously pushed up breasts with eye-catching cleavage. She raised up slightly, hiked up her shirt, and sat back down. Now I saw the straps and tabs of a black garter belt running down gorgeous bare thighs and then attached to dark black stocking tops. That perfect spanking platform was supported by her tall, black, shiny spiked heels.

I couldn't help it, but my cock was still in full bloom. For a few seconds, she stared right at it, and then she grabbed it with her left and hand and pulled me over. "Get over again," was all she said. This time there was no denim under me. Instead, I felt firm, curvy thighs, garter belt with tabs, and stocking tops. Without a word, she reached up between my legs, grabbed my hard cock, stuck it down between her thighs, and clamped them together. I couldn't believe that my stiff cock was between Lisa's thighs! After she adjusted me to get me just right, she began caressing my bottom. Her hand felt so wonderful! After she caressed it all she liked, she commanded, "Hand me the hairbrush." I hated this part. Not only did I not want her to have a hairbrush, but having to hand it to her was humiliating. She knew that, of course. She began slowly rubbing the cool backside of the hairbrush all over my bottom. As she rubbed, she talked. "Robert, you have done a very bad thing. You know that, don't you?" I felt so thoroughly dominated.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, softly.

"And you know that you deserve to be over my lap like this, don't you?" The cool hairbrush kept sliding around.

"Yes, ma'am." There was nothing else for me to be saying.

"And you know that you deserve every single slap of my hand and your belt and this hairbrush, don't you?" I could tell that she was really enjoying this.

"Yes, ma'am."

"You will never, ever, do such a bad thing again, will you?"

"No, ma'am." I meant it.

"I must be absolutely sure of that, Robert," Lisa continued, as she kept rubbing with the brush. I felt the brush leave my bottom, and I braced for what I knew was coming. WHAP! "This next part… WHAP!… of your punishment… WHAP!… is to impress upon you…WHAP!...that what you have done…WHAP!…is serious…WHAP! …and that you cannot EVER…WHAP!.. do anything like that….WHAP! …again… WHAP!…WHAP!… WHAP!"…

Oh, that was hurting so deep! I had to start kicking and squirming and trying to reach back. I was breathing hard. Lisa calmly put her right leg over my thighs, which made my head move down further to the floor and peaked me up high on her left thigh. Then she took a firm grasp of my right wrist and pulled it up high on my back. I was helpless and flaming! "You deserve …WHAP!…to be over my knee…WHAP!… WHAP!….and to be thoroughly… WHAP!… spanked…WHAP!... WHAP!…WHAP!… for breaking...WHAP!…my trust in you… WHAP!…WHAP!….I'm going to make sure…. WHAP!… WHAP!…that you don't forget"…WHAP!… WHAP!… WHAP!… I was trying so hard to kick, but I couldn't. This beautiful lady was so strong! Then came the final flurry! Five fast, absolute full strength spanks on my right cheek…WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! and five just like them on my left cheek…WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I was whimpering. She let me lie there and feel humiliated and dominated and thoroughly spanked.

"I'm sorry, Lisa" I muttered.

"All right, stand up in front of me, Robert." I was only too happy to obey. "Pick up that washcloth and K-Y on the bed." I saw them and picked them up. "Stand up here in front of me, up close, facing me." I obeyed again. She took the K-Y from me and began squirting it out, all up and down the length of my cock., as she held it by its tip. "All through that last part of your spanking, this stayed very hard. I won't let you go home that way. You are to stand right where you are and stoke your cock and cum into that washcloth for me."

I couldn't believe it! I was both embarrassed and thrilled at the thought. "Now, Robert. Stroke it for me!" I held the cloth out in front of the helmet and began stroking. To have my balance right, I had to spread my legs and bend my knees. Those gorgeous blue eyes kept staring right at the action, and she smiled. We both could hear a loud, slurping sound as I pumped. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, as she kept staring. As I stroked, I was taking in her extreme beauty, with that black, shiny hair, beautiful face, wonderfully ample, pushed-up breasts, cleavage that was hard to look away from, shapely, stockinged thighs, with those shiny, tall spiked heels beneath them! What an absolutely gorgeous woman!!

"Yes, stroke it for me, Robert, stroke it!" I picked up the pace. "Harder! Faster!" The slurping was rapid fire now. "Harder! Faster, Robert! Cum for me!" I pumped as hard and as fast as I possibly could, and the excitement of it all got to me. The explosion hit! Gobs of cum kept spurting and spurting out onto the washcloth. "Oh, yeah!! Give it to me, Robert! Give it all to me!!" she exclaimed. After I squeezed out the last drop, I knew it was at long last over. "All right, Robert, you may put the cloth down on the table. But you had better not let any of it drip off!" I knew better than to let even a drop get on the table, so I carefully laid the cloth, with its creamy puddles on it, onto the table. I was thoroughly drained and weak, and my bottom was still on fire! I knew that it was going to hurt for a long time.

"Okay, then, Robert. You have kept up your end….of the bargain." I appreciated the pun. "And I will keep mine. You may get your clothes." I picked them up and started to get dressed. She said immediately, "No, Robert, just carry them. And come with me." I was puzzled, but I followed her. Even though I was now limp, seeing her from the rear as she walked was still quite a treat. She walked into another room and picked up the infamous picture. "This way," she said. I followed her obediently once again, to the basement door at the rear of the house. "Here is the picture, Robert, just as I promised. I want no more nonsense out of you, understand?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am," I replied, as I held the picture. "You won't ever have to worry about anything like that. I promise."

"I better not have to," she said, "or you will get it even worse."

I couldn't imagine that, so I said, "Yes, ma'am." I started to get dressed at the door.