Chapter 7

Step back with me and spend a day in my panties, so to speak. Some would say I was masterfully manipulated by a stealth college instructor. Subtle domination occurred when my instructor laced discipline with an awakening of something I secretly desired.

In hindsight was I a willing pawn from the beginning in his plan? Had he seen straight through me? Was this whole affair a treacherous plot of a sadist? And, if, so, why was I so damn willing to buy into life, hook, line and sinker?

Once he jumped on my capricious indiscreet behavior the rest was history! He struck a deal with the outraged coed claiming it was the art of the deal. When his plan was implemented I did not have a chance to see it coming. Self actualization had occurred which some may find unusual.

It was time to put my investigative reporter skills to work and crack this case wide open. I was right because while his wife Juliaaa kneeled before him, took his limp penis in her mouth and began to move it up and down inside her mouth and throat. I knew that was the case by the gurgle noises coming from her mouth.

I took my leave, unnoticed to the elevator and down to the car. I was able to locate the car and with my lock pick, good ole eighties cars. I deftly was able to unlock the Caprice and examine the brown glove hole compartment. Its contents proved to rather randy and I was glad to see the prospects of my story brightening up.

The color Polaroid instant picture revealed a secret life Caprice has been living since they were married three years ago. In the first Polaroid,

Caprice was sitting in her office chair facing away from her desk in her

cubby hole. are slightly curled brown hair hung down to her shoulders along with her short tight red skirt. Caprice had whimsically slightly opened her legs for the photographer and he had captured a picture of her white panty crotch. He saw the words panty and infraction written in red marker at the bottom of the picture.

The words explain why Caprice had allowed herself to be photographed quote naughty girl gets her needs met. It all now made sense now, but in home had she confided or need for him?

The final picture answered his questions. The photo showed the shiny curled long brown hair with her gold Beret placed across her forehead, down to her sculptured back that made the line of her body ending with her crack and bottom that was a work of art. However, her red skirt now clung to her lower back out of the way. Her round perky bottom resembled a red cardinal bird.

Caprice had endured a vigorous spanking, and the blotchy marks suggested someone had used a hairbrush during the correction of the panty infraction. it add a caption as well they explained all of the pictures that have preceded it. Written at the bottom in marker it read colon quote Hanky-Panky, Spanky Time, up next. Quote he immediately suspected it was the ad manager they both work for at the newspaper.

The pictures told a story that progressed from the panty and fraction,

before creamy white bottom all the way through to the colorful raspberry blush spanked but afterwards.

I had mixed emotions about finding the pictures. What would he say if he knew I was betraying Sunny Side Up for a blockbuster Piddlers Prize story.

She had kept this activity hidden even though she was obviously a willing participant. a feeling of elation went through him that he could scratch Caprice’s itch and finally give her what she needed. “I am going to spank you until your bottom is the color of a raspberry!” I found it ironic that her name and his car were both named Caprice. Perhaps that was his secret way of paying tribute to such a beautiful conquest right in front of his wife’s nose! Something to remember her by in all those moments he was in the throng of the older and dominant, Juliaaa.