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Teresa confronts the club owner and gets more than she bargained for.
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Teresa Scalia/An Education at the Gentlemen's Club



Mark Anderson parked his Ford Taurus in the garage and entered
the house through the connecting door.  Walking towards the
family room Mark called out "Hello the house, anybody here"?

"In here Dad" answered Mark's son Chad.

Mark entered the family room to find Chad immersed in a video
game.

"How was your swim meet, champ"?

"Okay, I guess, I won my event, but I shouldn't have".

"You won, but you shouldn't have?  What's up with that, son".

"Well, DJ Scalia was ahead of me on the last lap, but his mom
fell into the pool on top of him, that slowed him up and I
touched out first".

"Terri Scalia fell into the pool!  I don't believe it!"  laughed
Mark Anderson.

"Coach Benson tried to help her out of the pool, but pulled her
clothes off by accident.  Then Mrs. Scalia knocked Mom into the
pool.  Mrs. Scalia started fighting with Coach Benson and pulled
off her clothes.  Coach Benson ran out and Mom and Mrs. Scalia
started fighting.  Mrs. Scalia pulled off Mom's clothes.  Then
Principal Abercrombie got there and took Mom and Mrs. Scalia to
her office".  Chad, of course, related this tale, in the most
nonchalant manner, while keeping his eyes on the TV screen,
intent on his game.

"Whoa champ, you've had quite a day.  What happened in the
principal's office?"

"Don't know.  Me and DJ got dressed and rode our bikes home.  Mom
got home about twenty minutes ago and went right upstairs."

"Thanks pal" Mark said as he ruffled his boy's hair.  Mark headed
for the stairs.

Indeed Barbara had gone directly to her bedroom when she got
home, her clothes still soaked from her unscheduled dip in the
pool and still smarting from her public humiliation.  Barbara was
also smarting from a source other than humiliation.  Having
gotten out of her wet clothes, Barbara got in the shower to rinse
off.  She found it necessary to adjust the shower head to it's
most gentle setting when she turned her back to the stream of
water.  Barbara.toweled off and put on her terry cloth robe.
Walking into the bedroom she stood in front of their full-length
mirror and tried to assess the state of her derriere.  Her robe
gathered at the waist and pulled to the side, Barbara bent
slightly and looked over her shoulder.  Mirrors don't lie and
Barbara saw the visual evidence of her discomfort.  Barbara
tanned year-round and unlike some, she always wore a bikini top
and bottom, the effect being some very nice tan lines and white
cheeks.  As Barbara got a look at her derriere she saw that a
bright pink color had replaced the usual white.  From the upper
swell of her butt at the sacral dimples and down over the
hemisphere of each cheek, the fiery glow had spread.  Barbara
slowly rubbed her paddled tush in a soothing manner.  The bedroom
door opened and Mark walked in.  Barbara quickly covered up
before Mark could discover her ailment.

"Interesting time at the swim meet?"  Mark asked wondering how
Barbara would answer.

"Well, if it isn't all over town by now I'm sure it will be
tomorrow" Barbara said "Ms. Bitch Scalia and I got into it again.
 I didn't start anything, I only went over to help after she fell
in the water".

"Chad gave me all the details, at least he doesn't seem bothered
by your public embarrassment.  I'm sure we'll hear from Miss
Abercrombie and that will be a pleasant meeting".

"Oh I've already met with Miss Abercrombie" Barbara said as she
sat on the chair of her dressing table.  Unfortunately, Barbara
sat with little too much force.  "Ooooo" Barbara exclaimed as she
rapidly returned to standing.

"I think I know what you talking about" Mark snickered as he
raised Barbara's robe and took a look at her abused bottom. 
"Miss Abercrombie is indeed old school.  How did Terri Scalia
fair?"

"Oh she got the same.  I saw the whole thing.  She got the same
all right."

Over at Casa Scalia a similar scene was unfolding.  Dominic
arrived home from work and greeted his son.  "Hey DJ, how'd the
swim meet go?"

"Lousy" DJ answered curtly.

"How so?"

"Would've won except for Mom."

"How'd Mom keep you from winning?"



"All she did was fall into the pool, right on top of me!"  DJ
said revealing his frustration.  "Then she fought with Coach
Benson and Chad's Mom and Principal Abercrombie came and took her
and Chad's Mom to her office."

"Oh man, I'm sorry that happened.  Where's Mom now?"

"She's in your room."

"I need to go talk to her."

"A lot of good that will do me now, Dad."

Dominic Sr. walked to the other end of the house where the master
bedroom was located.  Walking through the door he saw Teresa
lying face down on the king size bed with a comforter over her
back.

"Go swimming today?"  Dominic asked sarcastically.

"I don't think that's funny.  Someone pushed me into the pool. 
Then that brat coach of DJ's tears my dress off and I have to
listen to insults from that blond bimbo Barbara Anderson.  To top
it off, I'm brutalized by that old hag principal."

While Teresa was airing her complaints, Dominic noticed an
unusual lump under the comforter.  The area around Teresa's
posterior looked considerably fuller than usual.  Flipping the
comforter off Teresa, Dominic discovered two zip lock bags of ice
strategically placed one on each cheek of her ass.  Dominic
adroitly removed the ice bags to reveal the twin hemispheres of
Teresa's ass.  Teresa's bottom had acquired the same hot rosy
pink hue that Barbara had experienced.  Glistening with beads of
condensation, Teresa's rear appeared to throb.  In fact one could
almost see a few tendrils of steam rising from her very full and
shapely butt.

"Looks as though the Board of Education came into contact with
the seat of the problem."  laughed Dominic.  "Got well acquainted
with Miss Abercrombie did you?  I have no doubt you got what you
deserved Terri.  Did Barbara miss out on the "corporal"
treatment?"

"No, blondie Barbie had her fanny blistered too.  I only wish it
was me that did the blistering."  Teresa said with more than a
pinch of vengeance.

"Well Teresa dear, in all the excitement did you get any good
video?"

"Video?  Oh no!  The camcorder oh no!"

"What about the camcorder?"

"It's in the pool."

"Well I'll just pick it up tomorrow on my way from the office."

"The camcorder isn't at the pool, it's in the pool.  I dropped it
when I fell in."

"Lovely" Dominic said grimly as he left the room,"

Teresa and Barbara's latest dust up was indeed the talk of the
town for several weeks.  Eventually something new comes along to
occupy people's minds.  A dance hall, built in the '40s, was
located at the north edge of town.  It had been vacant for two
years with no one interested in acquiring the property.  That was
until Roxanne Starr came to town.  Ms. Starr was interested in
refurbishing and reopening the dance hall.  Dominic Scalia's bank
held the paper on that property.  A meeting was arranged for
Dominic and Roxanne to discuss plans for the property and
possible financial arrangements.

Dominic's phone rang, "Mr. Scalia, Ms. Starr your 2:00
appointment is here."

"Thank you please send her in."

Dominic rose from his desk as the outer door of his office
opened.  In stepped Ms. Roxanne Starr.  Dominic caught his breath
as he glimpsed Roxanne for the first time.  At a well
proportioned 5' 8 ", Ms. Starr was wearing a tasteful black
business suit with the hem line sufficiently above the knee to
feature her legs in black hose.  Roxanne's dark auburn hair was
simply tied in back extended to her shoulder blades.  A white
ruffled blouse concealed but did not hide the fact she had an
abundant endowment.

"Ms. Starr, nice to meet you, please have a seat."

"Thank you for meeting with me Mr. Scalia."  Roxanne said as she
said down in a chair opposite Dominic's desk.  

Dominic took note as the hem of Roxanne's skirt rose as she sat
down and crossed her legs, making that unique sound of hose
rubbing against hose and revealing some delectable thigh.

"It's my understanding you want to re-open the Allen dance
hall."

"Yes that's right.  I think it would be a good location for a
restaurant and lounge.  Combining with that, some unique
entertainment."  explained Roxanne.

"Well I've read your business plan and financial statement and I
think we could come to an agreement.  I've had papers drawn up
and if you'd like to take them with you and review, we can close
this the first of next week."

"That's wonderful!  I must say, I've never had an easier time
doing business than with you Mr. Scalia."

Dominic rose and handed the documents to Roxanne.  "Please, call
me Dominic if I may call you Roxanne?"

Accepting the bundled papers from Dominic, Roxanne said as she
smiled demurely "Please do.  After all we will be working
closely." 

 With that Roxanne turned to leave the office allowing Dominic a
good look at her derriere in that tight black skirt.  Dominic,
being somewhat of a connoisseur of female bottoms, was indeed
impressed.  Roxanne had full hips with nicely rounded cheeks. 
She also walked placing one foot directly in front of the other
that gave a lovely sway to her back porch.

Roxanne had indeed supplied a comprehensive business plan to the
bank.  What she had carefully neglected to include was the
specific nature of the entertainment she intended to provide. 
The Allen dance hall property was located just outside the city
limits.  The laws in the surrounding county in regards to "adult"
entertainment were significantly less stringent than those in the
city.  Roxanne Starr had done her homework and had researched the
local statutes.  Her plan, plain and simple, was to open a strip
club.

With her financing in place, Roxanne began the renovation of the
dance hall.  Nearly five months of work were completed when
Dominic Scalia stopped by one afternoon.  He walked through the
front doors and took in the sight before him.  A mirrored bar
took up one side of the structure.  At the far end was a stage
with a long runway extending into this seating area.  Brass poles
were spaced along the runway.  The dcor was predominantly red
velvet and there appeared to be a side room concealed by
curtains.

"This doesn't look like a restaurant" Dominic thought to himself,
"she's turned this into a strip club."

"Why hello Dominic!"  Roxanne called out a she emerged from
behind the curtain.

"Roxanne, this is not a restaurant, correct?"

"Well, not in the traditional sense."

"You have turned this place into a strip club, haven't you?"

"I prefer the term gentlemen's club, sounds so much nicer." 
Roxanne explained.

"There are laws in this town prohibiting nudity in establishments
that serve alcohol.  My bank did not intend to finance this type
of enterprise."  Dominic said.

"Oh I've done my homework,  Dominic sweetie."  Roxanne cooed. 
"This place is outside the city limits and my business plan, that
you personally approved, left open the option on entertainment. 
Financially, I've met all the obligations of the contract.  Your
bank has no arguments with me.  Besides there might be some
fringe benefits for you as well."  Roxanne said as she stroked
Dominic's arm.

"It's the appearance of impropriety.  A respected financial
institution supporting nude dancing?"

"Darling don't worry.  Everything will be fine.  You'll see."

Construction was completed and a grand opening took place.  Of
course, the town was scandalized by a gentleman's club in the
community.  Word spread quickly that Dominic Scalia's bank had
financed the club.  In fact, Dominic had been spending a great
deal of time monitoring that particular investment.  Something
that had not gone unnoticed by some of the wives in town.  Teresa
was also aware of the whisperings that were going on and of
course it was particularly irritating to her.

At the country club, Barbara Anderson had finished a round of
tennis with her friend Rhonda Wilson.  In the locker room they
caught up on the local gossip.

"Well you know Rhonda" Barbara said "that so-called gentleman's
club north of town seems to have plenty of cars in the lot most
evenings."

"If I ever caught Bill in that place, I'd cut him off for six
months."  Replied Rhonda.

"I'm lucky, I don't think Mark has ever been in there.  But I
think Dominic Scalia is a regular.  It's hard to miss that gold
BMW parked near the front door.  Do you suppose Teresa is so dumb
that she doesn't realize what's going on?"

"Perhaps Dominic is getting something out there that he's not
getting at home."  Rhonda laughed.

"Well the rumor is the owner is a very attractive red head." 
Barbara offered.  "I don't think it's any secret that Dominic is
doing more out at that club then checking on his investment. 
Maybe he is cashing in dividends!"  Barbara said with a giggle. 
"Teresa never could take any competition."

Unbeknownst to the two gossiping ladies, Teresa was taking this
all in from the other row of lockers.

Barbara offered a few more comments.  "I think it serves her
right.  She's always thought she was above all the rest of us. 
Now it looks like she can't keep her own husband at home."  

Teresa had heard enough.  Seething with anger by the insulting
observations she had overheard, Teresa quietly left the locker
room.  Surprisingly she did not confront Barbara about her
comments.  She was saving her wrath for a particular club owner
and wayward husband.

As she drove, Teresa was thinking, "It's one thing for Dominic to
have his had turned by some stripper, but I don't have to hear it
from that bitch Barbara.  I'll get Dominic out of there once and
for all, and then I'll settle things with that slut owner.  Miss
Barbie I'll deal with later."


It was 5:00 p.m. on Friday when Teresa headed to the gentlemen's
club.  The club had been running a Friday afternoon happy hour
that brought in a good crowd.  When Teresa arrived she found the
lot full and parked her car directly in front of the main
entrance.  Dominic's distinctive BMW was parked in the slot next
to the door. She stepped out of the Lexus, slammed the door shut
and took a moment to collect her thoughts.  Hands on her hips,
legs slightly apart with her feet at shoulder width, Teresa was a
sight for the patrons still arriving at the club.  She was
dressed casually in a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned up
the front and was worn outside her khaki shorts.  Her shorts were
sufficiently fitted to highlight Teresa's best asset.  Her
blouse, while not excessively snug, did not conceal her ample
bust.  Never one to go flatfooted, she was wearing wedge sandals
that gave a nice accent to Teresa's legs and bottom.  This did
not go unnoticed by some of the arriving customers.

"Hey, check out the brunette next to the Lexus."  one
construction worker said to his buddy.

"Not bad, no spring chicken but not bad all.  Hey baby, what's
shaking?"  The other construction worker called out to Teresa.

Teresa said nothing, but shot a look at the two men that would
melt plutonium.  "Ignorant morons" Teresa thought.

Inside the club Dominic was at a table with Roxanne Starr sitting
closely with Roxanne's hand on Dominic's thigh under the table.

"Dom honey, I have to go work on the books, but I've got a
surprise for you.  I've got a new girl that I'm going to send
over to you.  She's a local, and has never danced before.  I know
you'll be good her.

"Sounds like fun Roxy, I'll be gentle."  Dominic said with a
smile.

"Oh I know you will."  Roxanne said as she rose from the table
giving Dominic the slightest brush of her lips on his cheek and a
subtle puff of her breath in his ear.  Dominic also felt Roxanne
gently touch his upper arm with her breast, that was barely
contained in a black tube top.  Dominic's hand found the swell of
Roxanne's derriere encased in tight black stretch pants and gave
it a squeeze as she turned to walk away.

Dominic turned his attention to the stage where for dancers were
performing.  Taking a sip from is Scotch on the rocks, Dominic
felt a tap on the shoulder.

"Hello Mr. Scalia, I'm here for you."  said an attractive young
lady with light brown hair of no more than 21 or 22 years of
age.

"Well aren't I the lucky one!  Sit down here and let's get
equated."  Dominic offered his lap to the dancer.  Strangely,
Dominic thought he knew her from someplace.  But he surely would
have remembered this lingerie clad hottie who was grinding her
bottom against this crotch.  Wearing white heels, white thigh
high stockings, with a white lace thong and bra she projected an
image of both purity and the possibility of activities not so
pure.

The dancer rose from Dominic's lap.  Facing away from him, she
straddled his thighs and bent at the waist displaying her barely
covered bottom to him.  Dominic's hands roamed up and down her
back, pausing only to release the hooks of her bra and slip it
off her shoulders.  She then pivoted to face Dominic, placing a
leg on either side of his with her breasts inches from his face.

It was at this point Teresa entered the club.  Taking a moment to
allow her eyes to adjust to the reduced light, she scanned the
club for husband.  Dominic was concealed from Teresa's sight for
a few seconds by the dancer on his lap.  Unfortunately he was
revealed when the dancer did a back bend and pressed her pelvis
into his.

"That bastard!"  Teresa thought.  Teresa walked up to Dominic's
table.  Stopped directly behind the dancer and watched the
performance for a few seconds.  Dominic had buried his face
between her breasts and had no idea is very unhappy wife was
watching the exhibition.  Pulling out for air Dominic looked
directly into Teresa's eyes.

"Having fun hubby?"  Teresa asked.

"Oh shit!  Get off me my wife is here!"  Dominic exclaimed as he
tried to push the dancer away from him.

Teresa aided Dominic by grabbing a good handful of the dancer's
hair and pulling her backward.  Unable to get footing with her
high heels she fell backward onto the carpeted floor upsetting
the table and spilling drinks.

 Composing herself she looked up at her tormentor.

"Oh my God!!  Mrs. Scalia!"

"Kathy Benson you little slut.  This is how you use your degree
in education?  Get away from my husband."

Kathy Benson, you may recall, was the middle school swimming
coach.  She was so unnerved by her episode was Teresa and Barbara
at the swimming meet she abandoned her career in education and to
make ends meet took up stripping.

The crash of the table had drawn the attention of the bouncer. 
Jazz the bouncer was 6 ft. five inches and weighed 275 pounds of
solid muscle.  Seeing Teresa standing over the fallen Kathy, Jazz
came up to them and got a grip on Teresa's arm preventing any
further problems.

"Take your hand off of me you ape!"  Teresa spat out as she
struggled in his grip.

  Kathy got to her feet, retrieved her bra and made a quick exit
to the dressing rooms.  The commotion had also gotten the
attention of the bar patrons and the manager Roxanne Starr. 
Dominic had risen to his feet when Roxanne arrived.

"Well, well, well, Mrs. Scalia I presume?"  Roxanne asked.  "Let
her go Jazz."

Teresa pulled her arm away from the bouncer but did not make any
advance toward Roxanne or Dominic.

"Let's get out of here Teresa and not cause anymore difficulty."

"Oh I've got some business of my own with Miss Starr I need to
finish."

Jazz stepped up to once again restrain Teresa but stopped short
when Roxanne gave him a subtle look.

"Jazz would you please show Mr. Scalia the way out.  Mrs. Scalia
and I do need to tie up some loose ends."

Jazz raised one massive arm to indicate the way out for Dominic.
Without argument Dominic left the building.  This left Roxanne
and Teresa facing each other.

"Mrs. Scalia I don't know why you're so upset.  It should be
obvious that your husband gets something here that you fail to
provide to him at home.  Why don't you just toddle along before
you get in too much trouble."

"The only thing Dominic can get here that he can't at home is a
disease.  Or perhaps access to your surgically enhanced
breasts."

"Oh dearie I assure you they're real.  I would say you may have
been doing some cosmetic altering yourself.  After all you house
wives have to do something besides sitting on your fanny all
day."

Teresa had heard enough.  The fanny comment was all she could
take.  Roxanne was genuinely surprised by the quickness of
Teresa's right hand as she delivered a quick slap to Roxanne's
cheek.  Roxanne was also unprepared for Teresa's next move. 
Quickly grasping Roxanne's tube top, Teresa pulled with both
hands and released Roxanne's breasts to the open-air.  Teresa
released her grip and stepped back to admire her work.  Her
breasts exposed, Roxanne's statement on their authenticity was
put to the test with all the club patrons as witnesses. 
Unfortunately she had stretched the truth.  Roxanne was a fair
skinned red head, her nipples pale pink with areolas the diameter
of a quarter.  She had indeed undergone some enhancement as the
slight scar under each nipple indicated.  Realizing she was
showing the goods without any payment, Roxanne pulled up her tube
top to maintain her modesty.

"They're real all right, real silicone or real saline, which is
it?"

"Real or enhanced I'm still more of a woman than you.  After all,
it your husband who's been hanging around here."

At this statement Teresa launched another assault.  This time
Roxanne was ready for her.  Having been in the club business for
number of years, Roxanne had a great deal of experience dealing
with combative patrons.  She was trained in martial arts and in
excellent physical condition.  Curiously enough, Roxanne merely
blocked the slaps and attempts at scratches from Teresa.  She had
a plan in mind.  Teresa would slap with both hands and while
Roxanne effectively blocked the blows she would reach between
Teresa's arms and pluck a button from her blouse.  it wasn't long
before all the buttons had been removed and Teresa's blouse was
hanging open.  While this was going on our two ladies had been
surrounded by the bar patrons forming a circle.  Roxanne was in
full control and was leading Teresa like a bullfighter leads the
bull.  Teresa was breathing heavily and beginning to tire when
she noticed her open blouse.  Everyone was now able to see her
peach colored bra.  Roxanne backed her way through the crowd,
with Teresa still gamely following trying to land a slap, leading
her up the stairs onto the stage.  Once on the state, Roxanne
went into action.  In a quick move she stepped behind Teresa and
grabbed her blouse.  Pulling it off Teresa's shoulders and down
her arms, Roxanne quickly removed the blouse and tossed it to the
crowd.  Wolf whistles and cheers went up from the crowd and
Teresa instinctively tried to cover herself.  Roxanne then pushed
Teresa up against one of the brass poles on the stage with one of
Teresa's boobs on either side.

Breathing heavily and realizing she was in trouble Teresa's mind
began to race, "What she going to do?  I lost my blouse all these
low class people are seeing me!"

Roxanne realized that Teresa was too tired to put up much more of
a struggle.  Knowing this she decided not only to give her
patrons a show but a little fun for herself.  Teresa couldn't
move as Roxanne whispered inner ear "Now little housewife, let's
see what's real and what isn't."

Pinning Teresa against the pole with her body, Roxanne slipped
her right hand around and cupped Teresa's bra covered right
breast.  She gave it a slight squeeze and a bit of a lift.  Her
fingertips travel over Teresa's nipple indicating a very slight
erection.

"My my my little housewife, you do have quite a rack.  And I do
believe they're all yours.  Let's check the other one."

Roxanne's left-hand slid from Teresa's hip up her side and cupped
her left breast.

"Let me go and keep your hands off of me you slut."  Teresa
shouted.

"Little housewifes who call names will be punished."  Roxanne
cooed into Teresa's ear.

Roxanne's fingertips lightly brushed over the fabric covering
Teresa's left nipple.  This time Roxanne gave a slight squeeze
with her thumb and forefinger finding the same degree of
erection.

Teresa was now at a crossroads.  She had to make an attempt to
break free or she was doomed to suffer whenever it was Roxanne
was planning.  Teresa attempted to strike Roxanne with a kick,
but was too slow and too fatigued to be effective.  Roxanne
easily avoided the kick.

"That was naughty little housewife.  I think you'll pay for that
in discretion with your khakis."  Roxanne threatened.

"Oh no, I can't lose anymore of my clothes."

Teresa was now virtually helpless.  Roxanne unsnapped the side
closure of Teresa's shorts.  Teresa tried to press herself firmly
against the pole to prevent Roxanne from loosening the zipper. 
Roxanne's left arm got between Teresa's waist and the pole. 
Pulling Teresa away from the pole, Roxanne's right hand found a
zipper tab and lowered it.  Feeling the waistband of her shorts
become loose Teresa again grabbed the pole with both hands and
pressed to it.  This played right into Roxanne's plan.  With both
hands free she grabbed the waistband and began lowering Teresa's
khaki shorts.  As the shorts came down it became evident that
Teresa was wearing matched bra and panties.  Peach in color, her
high waited panties came into view.  Again an ovation erupted
from the bar.

"Very nice underwear, little housewife and my don't we have a
lovely tush.  I just love a nice full derriere."  Roxanne
continued to coo into Teresa's ear.  "I think we've put on enough
of a show.  Time to go somewhere a little more private.  Just you
and I for little in depth exchange."

With that Roxanne took a firm grip on Teresa's hair.  Breaking
her grip on the brass pole, Teresa stepped back and completely
out of her shorts.  Standing on the stage now glad only in her
bra and panties, Teresa was paraded from one end of the stage to
the other.  Both her hands were grasped around Roxanne's wrist to
reduce the pressure on her hair.  She could not cover herself at
all.  Dollar bills were flying onto the stage like autumn leaves.
 Roxanne led Teresa to the end of the stage and down the stairs
to a room used for "private dances".

"Keep everyone out of here."  Roxanne told Jazz as she and Teresa
went behind the velvet curtain.  Jazz pulled the curtain shut and
placed his formidable person in front of it.

Inside the private room were sofas and easy chairs for the
dancers and their customers to use.  Roxanne led Teresa to a
sofa. Standing before it, Roxanne told Teresa.

"You know I have done a little research on you little housewife.
It seems this isn't the first time you've compromised your
modesty in public.  And you caused some embarrassment to a
certain blond domestic goddess from this town.  Now I don't know
her nor do I care, but you're not coming into my business with
your high and mighty ways and disturb things."

"What are you going to do to me you bitch.  My husband still has
influence in this area.  I'll see you're put out of business." 
Teresa threatened.

"As far as my business goes, I think I'm quite secure.  As far
you go Mrs. Scalia, I have been in the business of gentlemen's
clubs for number of years.  And I've developed an appreciation
for a couple of things.  First the majority of my employees are
women.  Attractive women.  Second the need to maintain
discipline.  So my dear for you I think the discipline comes
first."

With that Roxanne swiftly sat on the sofa and pulled Teresa over
her lap.  Teresa's breasts were just to the outside of Roxanne's
thighs and her bottom directly under Roxanne's right hand. 
Relinquishing her grip on Teresa's hair, Roxanne pulled Teresa's
right arm over her back with her left hand to control her.

Again Teresa's mind was reeling.  Knowing she was about to be
spank once again, she started in having flash backs of past
punishments.  Some at the hands of Dominic or Mark Anderson, one
time at the Little League park with Barbara handing out the
punishment.  Then she recalled having Barbara over her lap and
administering a blistering paddling to her nemesis.  She recalled
the feelings she had at that time.  Not just feelings of power or
dominance, but more sexual in nature.  So much so that she had
dared to sneak of feel of Barbara's erect nipple.  Even more
daring, she allowed her fingers to stray between Barbara's legs
finding an unexpected dampness. 

 Now she was over the lap a woman who had completely foiled to
fight for her dignity and her husband.  Part of her wanted to
make one more effort to fight back.  Part of her wanted to give
up and submit to whatever Roxanne would subject her to.  It
wasn't long before she found out.

Teresa was in position and was anticipating the first assault on
her fine rear end.  Although not a thong, Teresa's panties did
offer some exposed flesh.  Roxanne did something unexpected. 
Instead of attempting to remove the panties, she gathered in the
material covering Teresa's cheeks and forced it into her butt
cleavage.  Teresa gasped at the sensation she felt.  She also
anticipated Roxanne pulling her panties into a painful wedgie. 
That didn't happen.

"Now we'll get down to business."  Roxanne said as she arranged
Teresa's underwear.  "You do have her shapely ass.  Is it as firm
as it looks?"

Roxanne ran her right hand over the cheeks of Teresa's bottom
pausing occasionally for a squeeze.

"Oh yes this is a firm one."

With that Roxanne's hand came down hard on Teresa's famous butt.
At the first blow Teresa head snapped up and she clenched her
teeth to keep from crying out.  Spanks were distributed evenly to
both cheeks.  Teresa kicked in frustration and pain but could not
escape.  Roxanne was enjoying the change in the skin tone of
Teresa's ass.  Her tanned skin took on a rosy hue.  Roxanne was
also showing signs of excitement.  Her nipples were clearly
visible under her tube top and she thrust her pelvis slightly at
every stroke.  At about 15 strokes Teresa stopped struggling. 
Her breathing became rhythmic in time with Roxanne's strokes. 
Her cries became moans.

Again Teresa was having strange new thoughts and sensations.  She
arched her back and tried to look back at the one who was
punishing her.  At the same time she pushed her pelvis against
Roxanne's thigh while very subtly opening her legs.

"This isn't right, this isn't right.  I can't be enjoying this. 
This woman has humiliated me in public and now is treating me
like a child.  Oh God my ass is on fire but it feels so good.  I
don't know what to do.  Can I make it stop?  Do I want it to
stop?  I've never felt this way" Teresa's conflicting thoughts
were flying through her head.

Noticing the change in her subject Roxanne halted at the 30-spank
mark.  Letting go of Teresa's arm Roxanne used both hands to
soothe and massage Teresa's fiery cheeks.  Teresa made no effort
to remove herself from Roxanne's lap.  Roxanne ran her hand down
Teresa's derriere and let her fingers touch the inside of
Teresa's thigh.  Teresa responded by pushing her ass higher and
opening her legs even more.  A smile of recognition crossed
Roxanne's face.  She'd seen this several times before and knew
how to proceed.  Roxanne's right hand massage Teresa's inner
thigh just below her sex.  Roxanne's left-hand traveled over the
small of Teresa's back to her bra.  She deftly unhooked Teresa's
bra and slid the straps over shoulders.  Teresa rose up on her
arms sufficiently to allow the bra to be removed completely. 
Roxanne's hand touched Teresa's left breast lightly running her
fingertips over the exposed nipple.  Again Teresa gasped at the
other woman's touch.  The nipple stiffened, the areola
contracted.  Roxanne continued to gently knead Teresa's nipple
while massaging her butt.

"Time to take you a little further, little housewife."

Taking the waistband of Teresa's panties, Roxanne pulled on the
gathered fabric between Teresa's cheeks putting pressure on
Teresa's pubic area. A low moan came from Teresa as she slowly
began to thrust against the pressure.  Roxanne smiled like a
master craftsman who knew exactly what they were doing.  Slowly
increasing the pressure and using a rotating motion Roxanne
worked Teresa into a sexual frenzy.  Teresa's breath was rapid. 
She no longer slowly thrust her sex against the pressure of her
wedged panties, she jammed her bottom against Roxanne's rhythm.
When she thought Teresa was at the cusp of her orgasm, Roxanne
suddenly stopped.

"What!  Don't stop!  Don't stop!  I want more!"

"Stand up and takeoff those panties."

Teresa complied immediately.  Roxanne pulled her back to her lap
this time with Teresa's back to her in the sitting position. 
Roxanne's right hand spread Teresa's legs while her left hand
worked over Teresa's nipples.

"Now we finish up little housewife"

Roxanne's right hand skimmed over the smooth skin of Teresa's
inner thigh and found the neatly trimmed patch of her pubic hair.
 Rubbing gently on the pubic bone, Roxanne's fingers expertly
found the folds of Teresa's pussy.  Spreading her lips and
finding abundant moisture, Roxanne worked Teresa's sensitive
bud.

"This is a woman doing this to me; I never felt us before.  Never
with Dominic or any other man."  Teresa was thinking.  Her
verbalizations were now rhythmic grunts in time with Roxanne's
hand strokes.  Taking her over the top, Roxanne slipped a finger
into the moist towel.  Teresa stiffened, her back arched, her
nipples at their most erect, her breasts thrust forward.  She
pushed against Roxanne's hand and when her time had passed she
collapsed into Roxanne's arms flushed and glistening from her
lust.

"Now little housewife.  Don't come in to my place and abuse my
employees or try anything with me."

Roxanne bent her head and kissed Teresa on the mouth.

"What have you done to me?  I never felt anything like that in my
life."

"Just something I've learned over the years.  You may want to try
this on someone you know, like that blond that gives you all the
trouble."

"You mean Barbara Anderson.  I've tanned her ass before, but
never anything beyond that."

"Think about it.  Only with her you're the one in control.  Did
you learn from this?"

"Oh yes, I've learned.  But what can I do for you?"

"Maybe some other time, but rest assured I'm not after your
husband other than for business reasons.  Sometimes we have to
use methods that are somewhat pushing the envelope."

Teresa slowly pulled her panties on and put on her bra.  Looking
around she realized her blouse and shorts were out in the bar.

"My clothes!  I don't have them."

"Well Teresa dear, you'll have to go out into the club and get
them."

Teresa bowed her head and stepped through the velvet curtain. 
The bar patrons were unaware of what went on behind that curtain,
but they could certainly tell by the redness of Teresa's ass that
something had gone on.  They could also see the flush of her face
and upper chest.  And even though they were covered by her bra,
Teresa's nipples maintained a high state of erection.  A round of
applause broke out when Teresa mounted the stage to retrieve her
shorts.  She stepped into the shorts and pull them up over her
ass.  Figuring her blouse was a lost cause and not recoverable,
Teresa held her head up, shoulders back and thrust her chest out
as she walked through the front door and got in her car.

On the drive home Teresa tried to sort out the events that had
transpired.  She had one recurring thought.  Roxanne's voice kept
coming back to her.

"You may want to try this on someone you know, like that blond
that gives you all the trouble."


"Yes" Teresa thought "I may want to try this on someone I know."


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