"We're taking the car", I told her on the phone, "wear a short dress and be ready in 15 minutes" I said as I was coming down the pike. I arrived at her place and buzzed her to come downstairs. She arrived promptly. You could see on her face that she wasn't sure what to expect.

I was driving north on route 2, then I turned into Concord on a small route that I knew to be seldom travelled, leading to a small pond. I stopped the car, and went to the passenger's side to open the door for her. "Thank you", she said, "it's very considerate".

"I'll show you some consideration, my dear", I said, as I opened the door, made her stand up and bend over, her arms on the front seat. I pulled her dress up and her panties down. Her white cheeks were feeling the cold air and shivering a little. "Don't peep a word", I said. "You're not so proud now, are you?"

She nodded coyly but stuck her butt out, as she was looking for her punishment.

I looked around and quickly found my perfect weapon, a branch from a young tree, flexible and strong. A quick lash on her butt surprised her and she tried to cover her butt with her hands.

"What did I tell you before?" I said. "Don't move". She stuck her butt out again. This time, I gave her several lashes. This improvised whip was actually very effective. Quickly her butt was red, lacerated, and she was ready for more. I opened her corset and revealed her breasts. I pinched her tits and pulled them until they were red. Then I sit in the back of the car, pulled her over me and spanked her with a paddle. Several times and she was begging for mercy. So I used my hand to calm her. Her butt was burning intensely under my hand. I caressed her clit and her asshole then I finished my lesson with a butt plug.

I let her back in the car. She could hardly sit and her face was grimacing as I was making the car hopping on purpose. I stopped in front of her apartment, letting her free.

"Send me the pictures", I told her. She nodded sheepishly as she said "Thank you". I smiled as I watched her climb the stairs with difficulty.

You have a problem with your computer, you don't know how to fix an image, so I'm coming to your place. I arrive, you make me a tea and show me your computer. I show you how to resize the image and crop it. Then I ask you to open our last scenario so I can dictate some changes to you. In the middle of a sentence, you stop, confused. 

"What?", I ask. "I don't know how to spell this word", you say.

"s-o-d-o-m-i-z-e, pretty easy, no?" I look on the screen but you made a mistake again.

"You're not listening well", I say. This is disappointing." 

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was doing, I'm sorry", you reply, looking down.

"That's a lot of 'sorry', I'm going to make you remember that."

 "You need a little spanking, come over here", I say, as I move my chair away from the desk. You get up, come next to me and bend over my leg, your butt sticking out.

"Is that what you call spanking?" I ask, "I'm going to show you, get up!"

You get up. I unzip your pants, pull your pants and panties down, and force you to lay on my thighs. I spank you hard on both cheeks until they turn red. Then I grab a black marker and write "B-I" on your left cheek and "T-C-H" on the right. 

"Now I'm going to teach you what that word you couldn't spell means", I say, as I close the cap on the marker and stick it into your ass.

"Now you'll remember how to spell it, won't you?"

"Yes", you reply coyly. "Thank you for your help". 

"Stand up" I say, "Don't forget to email me what word I wrote" I tell you as I get away.

You stand there with the marker still up your ass. God knows what you did to yourself after I left.

We have an appointment at my work place. You arrive, go through security at the lobby where I come to meet you. We get in and get a tea or coffee at the cafeteria, chatting about your day. I offer to show you my new computer downstairs so we take the elevator to the basement of the building.

We meet for coffee at Starbucks. You get a mocha, I get a latte with a brownie. I really like those, I wonder what they put inside in addition to the melting cocoa. I'll give you half, I can share... We chat a little bit about the Golden Globes nominations. I really want to see this French silent film "The Artist" now that it got 6 noms. We talked more about movies and what we'd like to see another day. Well have to decide on a new scenario for this.

Then I decide it's time to go shopping for your shoes. You know what to expect because we've decided the scenario beforehand. I can see you blush a little. Are you sure you really want to do this? But you follow me anyway, you really want some new shoes. Before leaving, you go prepare yourself in Starbucks' bathroom. When you come out, you look the same, your short dress is well adjusted. Is it me or you're breathing just a little bit heavier?

We go to Aldo. Do you want the platform pumps or the boots? You decide, as long as they have high heels, I'm all for it. We'll put them to good use later on. I sit on one bench, you sit on another. You try the shoe, slowly fitting them to your fit, opening your legs, showing me your bare pubis. Don't close your legs! I want to enjoy the view. Bonus points if the sale person also gets the full treatment. I ask you how it fits. You feel ashamed, you reply coyly.

You get up, get in front of those trying mirror, I go beside you, you open your legs and I see your pussy again. 

We take the shoes, sit in the car, I put one hand under your skirt. You don't peep a word. You don't need to, that's what I was expected, warm and wet.