4 comments/ 129371 views/ 5 favorites A Woman's Journal (Month 09) By: HarleyFatboy1 If you are reading this Journal for the first time, it is a series of entries that start with A BusinessWoman's Journal Apr/May'10, so please take the time to read the story chronologically. Enjoy * Thursday, December 23, 2010 Tonight was our office Christmas party. It was held in one of the dining rooms of Mr. Von Elder's private club. The club is absolutely beautiful, reminiscent of the old gentleman's clubs of days gone by with dark stained wood paneling and matching high gloss floors, beautiful tiling, and magnificent large stone fireplaces in almost every room. I felt almost like I belonged there, but not as a member, more like a welcome and wanted guest. Spouses were invited as we all put on our sexy evening clothes that clung tight and hung low revealing a fair amount of pale winter skin to coworkers and guests. I wore an extremely low cut jersey gown with a chain clasp across my chest to keep the flaps of my dress from opening up and showing two very white and perky breasts. Everything was perfect as we were waited on hand and foot with an open bar, fabulous hors d'ouvres, accompanied by a dinner that truly was to die for. My husband took full advantage of the open bar as I could tell that he felt quite out of his comfort zone particularly with so many good looking females dressed in very non-mommy wear, myself included. Every time I looked for Mr. Von Elder, I found him looking at me. He didn't hide the fact that he enjoyed seeing me in my form fitted evening gown. When I had the opportunity to introduce him to my husband, he was most gracious telling him how well I was doing and the significant role that I played within the company as well as with my clients. It was difficult to hide my impish smile as I remembered in wonderful detail all of the roles that I had played so far. Towards the end of the evening Mr. Von Elder thanked all of us for contributing to another very successful year and hinted at a very nice bonus to be included in our end of the year paychecks. As my husband and I left the club, Mr. Von Elder made it a point to wish us Merry Christmas shaking my husband's hand and giving me a hug that included a slight squeeze of my bottom sending shivers up and down my spine. Why does that man ignite so much passion inside of me? I find that I am scheming up ways to get his attention. On the way home, my husband remarked on how sexy my coworkers were. He has always seemed to be such a prude that his declaration caught me quite by surprise. I felt a tingling deep inside of me as I reached over running my hand up the inside of his leg saying, "Did you know that most of them wear teeny little panties with garter belts and stockings?" My exploring hand could immediately feel his reaction to my statement. I decided to play with him while continuing my narration. "Did you know that I'm wearing garters tonight?" I teased opening my coat and pulling my gown up to my crotch. I raised my hips up off of the car seat and pulled the jersey fabric well over my waist. Again placing my hand on his swelling member I asked, "Are these appropriate panties for a respectable wife and mother to wear?" I had on my black and white polka dot string bikini panties with a coordinating garter belt. He responded by pushing his groin into my hand. I unzipped his pants and pulled his fully exposed mushroom-headed erection free from his briefs. It glistened seductively in the moonlit car interior. I quickly applied a dollop of hand lotion from my purse to my hands and began stroking his exposed shaft causing him to move his pelvis in rhythm to my own manual caress. "Just think of all of those women in sexy little panties working side by side," I continued. His breathing had changed to urgent gasps and moans and as his body braced itself he quickly pulled over to the side of the road. I grabbed his scarf and covered his liquid spasms with it in an attempt to protect my coat, my dress, and the interior of the car. His body shook with each release until he seemed completely spent. I wasn't quite done though. I used his scarf to wipe up any remaining emissions and threw it on the floor in back. Before he could put himself away, I removed my coat completely, kneeling on the passenger seat and pointing my black sheer nylon covered bottom at him asked, "Doesn't such a shameful wife deserve a good spanking?" He looked at me in shock, but in his lap the little snake was starting to stir again. I smacked my bottom with my hand and said, "Come on. Show your wife how to behave." That was all it took as he pulled my hips towards him and began to slap my bottom over and over again. His manhood responded by poking me in back of my leg. As my bottom was smacked repeatedly I fantasized about Mr. Von Elder's firm hands applying the same admonishments to my backside and craved his attention. Although I now reported to him it had been quite some time since we had had any kind of physical contact and tonight when he squeezed me, I realized how much I missed it. I feigned my displeasure to my husband's slaps pretending to squirm and wiggle to avoid his almost puerile attempt at a spanking. I didn't realize how much I truly missed the humiliation and pain of Mr. Von Elder's methods. I turned around licking the top of my husband's exposed helmet finding the sensitive little indentation along the bottom of the head watching him come to full attention. As I continued to voice my displeasure I took him full into my mouth and started to move my lips up and down his shaft, which resulted in a discontinuance of my spanking and a recontinuance of his pelvic thrusting. As I raked my teeth along his erection eliciting an almost animalistic type groan from him, he again tensed all of his muscles and released his second load of sticky salty liquid into my mouth. I kept my mouth wrapped around his quivering organ until all of his spasms had subsided. I then cleaned any remaining deposits with my tongue and put him away for the evening. I could tell how embarrassed he was by what he would consider a complete lack of control and smiled to myself thinking, "Yes, my dear, your wife is not the same person that you married and will never be again." Now I wished that I had kept my "Merry Xmas" panties, as they would have provided the perfect message to conclude our evening. Friday, December 24, 2010 Home for the holidays. My husband is really struggling with my performance from last night as he undoubtedly finds my behavior shameful and yet his physical reaction is difficult to deny. Two orgasms in less than 15 minutes is not typical for a man of his age. Now he has his own dilemma to deal with. I doubt if this will change much between us, however I did provide him a much-needed lesson in what is missing in our lives. Monday, December 27, 2010 I am back to work after a wonderful Christmas with my daughters and husband. Despite our differences we do have a kind of partnership that provides warmth and love for our children. I am also really looking forward to my charity event tomorrow with Ms. Court. Tuesday, December 28, 2010 The day seemed to drag on forever today as I anxiously awaited the charity event being held by Ms. Court. Linda begged me to come along and since I didn't see any reason why she couldn't come I agreed. At around 7:30 I climbed into Linda's car and drove to the part of town that is commonly called, "The Warehouse District", which now was a very trendy area of nightclubs, restaurants, and little boutiques. Our destination seemed to be well off the main area of the District, down a side street and standing pretty much by itself. It was an older and smaller warehouse building with gray siding, a rather dimly lit parking lot, and a single metal door on the side with a typical warehouse light over it. Also over the metal door was a red and yellow neon sign with a single word, "Knots". I turned to Linda and said, "This is it!" My apprehension was starting to grow, however I just reminded myself that I was helping a very worthwhile charity. We got out of the car and headed to the steel door. As we approached the door, a huge muscular man opened it from the inside and welcomed us. I thought, "That is probably the biggest bouncer I have ever seen." We went inside and walked down a wide hallway towards a large area of flashing lights and heart pounding music. As we entered the main area, it was filled with people in all kinds of leather outfits. I saw leather pants, and leather vests on most of the men, and leather tights, vinyl tights, leather and vinyl mini skirts in all colors, along with very revealing lace body suits on the women. All of the women were in high heels. I thought to myself, "Wow, what a sexy place!" Everyone was rocking to the pulsing music and looking very, very sexy. I felt very out of place in my business suit and pants. "Well, I dressed according to Ms. Court's instructions," I thought with a smile. Linda directed me over to the bar, where we signaled the bartender. I told him that we were guests of Ms. Court and that I was helping with the charity event this evening. The bartender smiled and said, "O yah, Ms. Court told me to expect you. Let me get you both a drink on the house, while I send someone to find her." I thought how nice of him. Ms. Court appeared wearing a black fishnet bodysuit with no bra and teeny black bikini panties. I almost swallowed my tongue as she came up and gave me a big hug. I wasn't quite sure where exactly to put my hands as so much of her was exposed. She was very glad to see me and never let her hand stray from my back while we stood together. I introduced her to Linda and she offered to let her sit in a booth just to the side of the main stage. I have to admit that all I really wanted to do was to just stare at her. Her long and lithe 6' frame was so seductively enveloped by the black fishnet that I found my eyes examining every inch of her. Ms. Court handed me some forms that required my signature saying, "Let's get the business side taken care of first. Then you can have some fun." They were standard release forms for anything that might happen during the performance. I asked her whether I had anything to worry about and she smiled replying, "Only your dignity." I will say that based upon most of the very sexy outfits that the woman were wearing in the club that evening, I was becoming very intrigued with what I would have to do and hoping for the few remaining minutes to hurry by. I have never been the center of attraction for 100 strangers before other than Mr. Valequez's Christmas party and I thoroughly enjoyed that. I was feeling a little sick to my stomach as my nerves were getting the best of me. Ms. Court noticed my discomfort and assured me that I was going to have a great time. Well, my waiting was about to come to an end, as the lights went up at one end of the club, where a beautiful female in a red vinyl mini skirt, matching bra, and thigh high vinyl boots stood on a stage that had a number of ropes lying on the floor, a chain with a hook on the end dangling from the ceiling, and what could best be described as a very large wooden keg lying on its side with a padded top to it, and for lack of a better word a gymnastics pommel horse without the handgrips on it. There was also a table with some things that I couldn't see lying on it. The second the lights came on the club crowd roared. Ms. Court came up on stage with a microphone and welcomed everyone to "Our Third Annual Bondage Ball For Charity." She continued by saying that this particular Bondage Ball for Charity had a special treat and added incentive to donate as a very special volunteer is going to be part of the stage show. The lights on her fishnet bodysuit turned her into a vision of primal sexuality. My heart was racing, as I knew that I was about to be called on stage coupled with the fact that she looked amazing. She then pointed in my direction as the spotlight followed her extended finger and lit me up like a deer in headlights. She said, "Without further ado, let me introduce our brave volunteer and ask her to join us on stage." Everyone in the place cheered. I found myself swallowing very hard as I tried to take a deep breath before heading up to the stage. I nervously and excitedly walked to the stage with the spotlight following me. Talk about how self-conscious a person can become in the simple act of walking. It seemed that everyone's eyes were on me as they probably were. As I walked up the stairs to the stage and stood next to Ms. Court, I was again reminded of how out of place I looked. Other than my friend, Linda, who was now sitting in her special booth, I was the only one dressed in business clothes. I could not have felt any further out of place, and yet I reveled in the attention that it was providing me. Ms. Court then introduced the young lady in the red vinyl outfit as Mistress Veronica and handed her the microphone. She then gave me a big hug exiting the stage to join Linda in the front booth. I heard Veronica ask, "Are you ready to get started?" and realized that she was talking to me. I smiled and said "Yes", which brought out a round of cheers from the audience. I definitely had no idea what was coming next. Veronica smiled at me putting her arm around my waist and saying into the microphone, "Let's start with a $500 donation to have E handcuffed." I noticed a very sexy young lady with a large bowl walking through the audience collecting money and then at a certain point she raised what looked like a child's Halloween flashlight with a red impish looking devil head on its tip and turned it on. It turned out that this was the sign that the $500 had been donated. Then Veronica went over to the table and picked up a pair of leather-padded handcuffs and came over to me. She asked me to keep my hands together and extend them out towards her, at which point she strapped them on me. Now I can tell you that just a couple of years ago, once I saw the handcuffs coming at me I would have headed for the door. But that was before I started to test my limits. Instead I found myself very curious as to what would happen next as I was thoroughly enjoying all of the attention that I was getting. And besides, my friend Linda always watched my back. I thought, "Wow, we have already raised $500 and this is easy." Veronica then asked for another $500 of donations to have me put on the hook. I looked above my head and some device from the ceiling was slowly lowering the chain with a large hook on the end. Once the hook got to my eye level it stopped. The crowd again cheered as the young lady walked among them with the bowl. In virtually no time, the Halloween flashlight was lit. Again Veronica walked over to me and placed the middle of the leather handcuffs onto the hook. After she checked to confirm that everything was secure, she gave a little wave and the chain with the hook and myself on the end, began to raise back up until I found myself extended fully with my cuffed hands well over my head and just the tips of my high heel covered toes touching the ground. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it wasn't that uncomfortable either. Veronica than asked the crowd, "How much can we raise to have our sexy volunteer prepared for her performance? How about $1,000?" "Prepared" I thought, "How much more preparation can there be? I am already hanging from the ceiling on my tiptoes without any ability to do anything." The crowd went wild with this question and the Halloween flashlight was again raised with its little red devil head lit up. I stared at Ms. Court in the front booth and she again gave me that very knowing little smile that I seemed to be seeing all too often from her. This time Veronica approached me with no other prop. She pulled the remaining part of my light gray silk blouse out of my dress pants, since by having my arms fully extended over my head; most of my blouse had come untucked. She then swung me around so my back was facing the audience, and I felt the chain raise me off of my feet, so that I was now dangling about 20 inches above the floor. With absolute expert precision, Veronica unbuckled my belt, opened the clasp of my dark gray trousers, and unzipped me. Then with just a slight tug on each side of my pants, she pulled them completely down my legs, over my black patent leather high heels and off of my lower body. I was now hanging from the hook and chain with my back to the audience with nothing on below my waist but my panties and high heels. A roar went up from the crowd. My bra was my black and white striped satin demi-cup bra that shows quite a bit of me, although my blouse was still fully buttoned. My panties were the same very teeny black with white polka dots string bikini style with the completely sheer backside that I had worn for our office Xmas party. Now since my backside was the part of me facing the audience they all were getting a view that very few others have ever seen. The realization that I was being stripped in front of over 100 people that I had never met, was causing me to hyperventilate and at the same time get quite excited. Goosebumps formed over my entire body. "Am I sensing a pattern?" I thought to myself. It is amazing how much energy you can draw from a large crowd. And in this case it was all sexual energy. Veronica now swung me around as the chain lowered me back down to a standing position, and just as expertly unbuttoned every button on my blouse and pulled it open for every one to see. As I now could see the faces of at least the first 6 or 7 rows of people, I felt my body start to flush with that telltale heat that I experience when I am feeling very, very sexy. I could see Linda sitting next to Ms. Court giving me a thumbs up sign along with a big smile. At the same time Ms. Court was applauding and whistling along with many in the crowd. And besides I had already raised $2,000. I couldn't be having more fun, I thought. Veronica then said, "I think that E is ready for her performance. Don't you?" The audience went wild. The chain lowered itself back down until Veronica was able to unhook me and she led me over to the padded wine cask lying on its side. She faced me towards the side of the barrel and hooked my cuffed hands to a rope that extended over the same side and seemed to be connected to some kind of a winch. It looked like I was going to be lying face down on the round padded side of the barrel. As the rope started to get taut and move me towards the barrel, I noticed the table along side the barrel. On it were various straps and what looked like ping pong paddles. I didn't think much of it at the moment, as I had to concentrate on being pulled forward by the rope, until, as I suspected, I was lying over the side of the barrel, with my arms extended out away from my body. The rope continued to pull me until my feet were completely off of the ground. As I settled onto the barrel, Veronica came over and took the tail of my blouse and lifted it up on top of my back to fully expose my bottom. "That is why she had unbuttoned my blouse before," I thought to myself. A Woman's Journal (Month 09) What a smart little girl she is. So there I was lying over the side of a barrel with my handcuffed arms fully extended out in front of me, and my sheer nylon covered bottom sticking up in the air. The realization that I was helpless, vulnerable and very exposed in front of so many people caused a very warm and wonderful sensation to pass through my entire body. I was starting to get very turned on. I then noticed a small microphone sitting about two feet in front of my face and another one hooked to the side of the barrel, right about where my very exposed bottom was sticking up. Well, as they say, my parents didn't raise any stupid kids. I suddenly fully realized, OMG, I am going to be spanked in front of over 100 strangers. I definitely had not been expecting this and I could tell that Veronica could see by the look on my face that I was starting to panic. At least she was one of the few people in the club still looking at my face. She stepped over to me, covered the mic and said, "Don't worry, if you don't want us to continue, I will stop it, however this is where you can do the most good for the charity." I guess being in the spotlight in my sexy little panties with a large crowd of people cheering and whistling at me affected my judgment, as I heard myself say, "Let's just give it a try and I will let you know if you should stop." Veronica replied, "You're going to love it," and returned to face the audience. She announced that it would require a donation of $150 for every smack on my exposed bottom. She added, "So let's get the donations flowing." The combination of the spotlight and my sexual tension resulted in my entire body starting to glisten from the external and internal heat being generated. I could feel the sheer material on my bottom starting to stick to my skin. Veronica picked up what appeared to be an oversize ping-pong paddle from the table and showed it to the audience as they enthusiastically applauded her choice of device or is it weapon? As I saw the Halloween red light go on, I heard a slight whistle in the air and immediately felt a sharp exquisite pain course through my body. "Oh my God" escaped from my mouth and was heard through 20 or so surround sound speakers throughout the club. I have never had such a conflicting sensation within my body. The pain was sharp and acute and yet a very pleasant shudder went through my body. If there is such a thing as nipple popping, at the first feel of the paddle, my nipples literally popped to attention. My bottom was throbbing, my nipples were throbbing, and that wonderful place inside of us woman where orgasms originate was waking up. I saw the red light raised again as another smack hit my bottom and my entire body arched in ecstasy. My sexual excitement was building. Another red light, and another smack was administered. Each time I moaned in surround sound, "Oh God!" I could feel the sensations building and knew that I was enjoying this much more than I ever thought I could: so much so that I was about to orgasm. The next smack on my bottom opened the floodgates for me. I started to convulse in orgasmic spasms as the pain coursed through my body igniting every sexual nerve ending that I had. I ground my pelvis into the padded barrel with my bottom tightly clenched awaiting the next delicious smack. I could see Linda and Ms. Court off to the side of the stage. They both seemed mesmerized with my performance. The flashlight was going off repeatedly now and Veronica fell into an extraordinary rhythm matching my convulsions with the swing of her arm. As my body tensed with the next wave of pleasure, she would administer a sharp whack to my bottom, increasing the extraordinary sensations that I was feeling ten fold. The surround sound was now a mix of moans and groans as my body rocked on the barrel. I even heard someone that sounded just like me say, "Oh God, Spank me!" I was completely oblivious to the number of smacks I was receiving as each smack took me further into a state of unconscious pleasure. I no longer knew or cared where I was, just as long as the feeling would never stop. After what may have been a half hour or 5 minutes, way off in the distance I heard Veronica say, "It looks like we have a major contribution being offered from one of our audience." Oh so slowly my orgasm, or more likely orgasms, subsided and I started to come back to reality. Much to my surprise and confusion, Linda was on stage in her business suit. It turned out that she had offered another $1,000 if she could spank me herself. Veronica held the microphone in front of my mouth and asked, "Are you in the mood for more?" My logical mind was nowhere to be found and my sexual mind still wanted more of that exquisite sensation; much, much more. Twenty stereo speakers responded, "Yes, please." My crowd of voyeurs came alive with hoots and hollers for more. The rope that held me to the barrel loosened and I was helped up off of the padded surface by Veronica. She unhooked the barrel rope and walked me over to what I previously described as a pommel horse without the handgrips. I was told to straddle the pommel horse, which put the most sensitive area of my over excited body in direct contact with the leather surface of the horse. God, it felt so good. I had to slide my bottom forward on the leather horse to get into position. Again, it felt so good. I noticed the strategically placed mics around the pommel horse as well. Veronica then undid a cuff on one wrist and had me lay forward so I was now hugging the pommel horse with my upper torso, while my legs were wrapped around it underneath. This simple movement caused another shudder throughout my body. I then had my free wrist put back in the handcuff, so now both hands were cuffed underneath the pommel horse. And surprise, surprise, my sheer nylon glad bottom was again the focus of attention as it faced directly north in a very come hither manner. The sheer nylon was sticking so well to the curves of my bottom that I might as well have been nude. Linda walked over to the table and looked the various spanking implements over and after a brief examination; she picked out a thin leather strap, much like a belt. She held it about 12 inches from its end and gave it a flick with her wrist. It gave out a loud crack as again my roomful of voyeurs cheered. I couldn't stop myself from gripping the pommel horse with my hands and thighs rocking my pelvis on the leather surface. My excitement was again building. My entire body was wet from the sexual fire burning inside of me. Linda came over to me and gave me a little smack with her hand on one cheek and then the other. My mind screamed, " Come on and spank me!" as I clenched my bottom and again rubbed myself on the leather horse. She knew exactly what she was doing as she again gripped the belt and give it a flick in the air. Another loud "crack" was heard through all of the speakers along with my "Oh God!" and I again pushed my pelvis into the leather surface of the horse. I apologize, but I am not real creative in my sexual exclamations. "Oh God!" seems to be the extent of my vocabulary when I am in the throes of an orgasm. As I was starting to relax, Linda held the belt above my very moist bottom and the next "crack" ran up through my spine like a sexual lightning bolt. I had never felt such exquisite pain. I immediately started another orgasm as now my body convulsed on the leather horse, only adding more intensity to my already extreme sensations. Another "crack" and another convulsion followed. I heard my voice echo around the hall saying such a simple and yet so provocative a word, "Yes." Linda had me performing a very personal and erotic gymnastics routine on the horse as my body rocked and convulsed on its leather-padded surface. I couldn't help but continuously grip the horse with my arms and legs and literally hump it. As I would move my bottom back and arch my back, Linda would flick her wrist and the crack of the belt on my bottom would drive my pelvis down on the horse creating a delicious sexual rhythm of pain and pleasure. I thought that I was going to pass out from the unbelievable explosions of sexual sensation coursing through my body. The speaker system seemed to be playing an acappella composition of uh, uh, and o, o in my exact vocal tones. My muscles were getting exhausted as they continuously tensed and released with every "crack" of the belt and every convulsion. My multiple orgasms had merged to form one continuous orgasm that ebbed and flowed with every flick of Linda's wrist. I was oblivious to the sound and staring eyes of the crowd as all five of my senses fully concentrated on my unending pleasure. I was covered in sweat; so much so that I was starting to slip off of the horse. Veronica later told me that every time Linda cracked me with the belt, a fine spray would rise up from my soaked panties. She said that the entire scene had transformed into a work of erotic art. I had heard my voice make every moaning sound imaginable through the house speakers, and from the constant rocking of my body; my bra was no longer covering any part of my breasts. Thank goodness I was covered in sweat or I would have rubbed myself raw in some very tender places. Both Ms. Court and Linda knew that my performance was coming to an end or should I say a final climax. Ms. Court walked back onto the stage and took the belt from Linda's hand placing it back on the table. As Veronica undid my leather cuffs, Linda and Ms. Court helped me up to a sitting position. I slid off the back of the pommel horse. There I stood with my very erect nipples fully exposed, and my now even teenier (because they were wet) string panties, as every inch of fabric clung to my body. The audience was going crazy with cheering and applause. The sheer material on the back of my panties was completely transparent due to the moisture, and I had visible red streaks on my bottom. I was unaware of my state of undress and wouldn't have cared anyway as Veronica rallied the audience to more cheers and applause. Ms. Court came over to me and gave me a big hug and a very tender pat on my bottom. Veronica came over and whispered that this was undoubtedly the sexiest thing that she had ever been a part of, and also administered a big hug. I walked down the stairs with Linda knowing that I needed something very large and very cold to drink. Everyone that I passed congratulated me and told me how fantastic I was. It wasn't until I got to the booth that I realized that my pants were still on the stage and every time my unbuttoned blouse swung open, my nipples were at full attention and on full display. Without a doubt I had died and gone to Heaven. Linda helped get me covered up as Ms. Court came over with my pants and an ice-cold towel for me to sit on. At this point it really didn't matter to me. This crowd had witnessed such an intimate and private side of me, that getting dressed again seemed a ridiculous contradiction. So I sat with Linda and Ms. Court in the booth with my blouse open and panties on display replenishing my exhausted electrolytes with large quantities of ice water and gin and tonics. Ms. Court treated us to a trio of fabulous burgers and fries. I was famished from the erotic exercises that I had performed on stage. People just constantly came over and told me how fabulous I was and what a sexy show that I had put on. Some asked to see my red bottom for which I was happy to stand up and show them my red streaks. I seemed to blend so much better with the crowd in my panties and open blouse. Go figure! By the end of the evening Ms. Court announced that the Bondage Ball for Charity was the most successful yet and thanked everyone for their donations. She came back to the booth and said, "Oh my God, E, You are such a wonderful surprise. I hope to introduce you to many more adventures." On the way home as I sat in Linda's car still with my pants off, she turned to me saying, "I can't quite explain what happened tonight, but when I watched you bounce and wiggle and orgasm over and over again, I just had to be a part of it." Then she added, "You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are, do you?" "You are like a blank canvas of sexuality and Mr. Von Elder, Mr. Valequez, Mr. Mayhew, Ms. Court, and myself all want to paint you to meet our own specific color scheme. But instead you become all colors." "I don't know if you understand exactly what I am saying, E?" Linda continued, "But you are the ideal playmate." As we pulled back into the parking lot at work next to my car, Linda put her right hand around the back of my head and pulled me towards her. She placed her left hand on the inside of my upper thigh and as she moved me closer, she slid it right up against my wet spot. My thighs clamped firmly around her hand and we kissed pressing our lips tightly together. An electrical connection hummed from my crotch to my open mouth creating a delirium of want, need and desire. I wrapped my arms around her moaning as she kneaded the little knot of pleasure between my legs. I let one of my hands slide down her back exploring the firm muscles of her bottom taking a firm hold as the fire raged below. Linda pushed her tongue deep into my mouth pulling me tightly against her as the first spasms from her diligent rubbing started to take over my body. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my nylon covered crotch tightly against her hand and gave in to the orgasmic convulsions that ravaged my entire frame. With each "oh" and "ah" my body shook in complete submission to the raw sexual energy taking me over. Linda slipped her right hand from my neck sliding it inside the sheer back of my panties. She squeezed my buttocks in a grip of raw passion reigniting the conflicting pain and pleasure sensations from my earlier spanking as her own convulsions began. As we both tried to maintain our holds on each other's bodies we simultaneously rocked to our own cadence of orgasmic rhythms until finally we collapsed from the unexpected pleasure and gratification that we had just experienced. My body was covered in sweat as I released Linda from my deathlike grip and moved back towards the door. Linda's right hand slowly slid out from the back of my panties lingering on my lower back. I didn't know what to say as I was completely and utterly dumbfounded by what had just happened. Linda gave me another kiss on my consenting lips and said, "You better get your pants on and head home." I was in a daze as I got out of the car pulling my pants back on and opened my car door. As I started my car I looked over at Linda and gave her a shy little wave of my hand, which she returned with one of her own. When I got home, I took a nice cold bath to relieve some of the swelling on my tender backside and thought with a very confused feeling, "What is happening to me?" Wednesday December 29, 2010 Today was just a bit awkward considering all that happened the night before. Linda and I tried to stay busy so we were able to avoid each other throughout the day. Although we did catch each other's eyes from time to time passing shy smiles between us. Ms. Court called me to ask how my bottom was doing and to thank me over and over for helping out with her charity event. She also intimated that she had some very exciting plans for me in the near future. Every time I simply hear her voice I get goose bumps all over. Friday December 30, 2010 I decided to talk to Linda today waiting for the opportunity to catch her alone in her office. I hesitantly went in to find her behind her desk. As I closed the door to address the proverbial elephant in the room, she came out from behind her desk giving me a big hug while saying, "I just don't want to let what happened the other night ruin our friendship." I was so relieved as I hugged her back and replied, "You have a very magical way of making a girl feel all warm inside." We both laughed knowing that our friendship was intact as well as realizing that it might have a broader definition to it. Thank goodness we are over that awkward period, as I would miss her terribly if we no longer cared for each other. Wow, what a 2010. I can only imagine what 2011 has in store for me.