She had met him at one of the family oriented dance clubs.Originally he had told her he was French, and they enjoyed chats in that language beyond what others at her college could do.During her sophomore year there were two hurricanes and she got scared.The next thing I knew, she’d dropped out and had moved in with a guy in Houston.
An honors student, 6% of her class, the French club President, she was also involved in drama and a variety of fields.She’d received a full scholarship and a job on campus without us having to fill out one form for financial aid.It was a great answer to prayer because the market had dropped badly and the amount of money in her college fund was significantly less.But when we congratulated him on Bastille Day, he did not know what we meant.Eventually it came out that he was, in fact, Moroccan, and his name was not Sebastian. We could not afford to pay for her college, and she would just throw away the scholarship? The school promised if she returned the next semester, she could keep it.It was forgetful of me to not take my charger or look at my phone. She pulled out the paddle and turned to take it to Russ. His fingers moved a little lower and began to touch her elsewhere. The traffic being backed up is not really my fault. Russ was now sitting on the bench where she had been. Russ started spanking again with his hand and did not pause to give any relief. Haley felt her resolve melting away and she let out verbal noises..quite words..each spank. Haley was glad, but then he turned to grab the paddle. I already told you I should have answered differently and should not have walked away this morning. He was not fully convinced by Haley’s words, but he wanted to think the best of his wife. “Haley, I am not going to hurt you more than you can stand. Besides it is not up to you about when this is over. Haley thought she could not take one more, but she stayed in place and felt every hard smack of the paddle. I am sorry you are sore, but a spanking is supposed to hurt. He could see midway through that she was starting to give in to the spanking. I knew she would party at college, but she had worked during high school and had paid for her own dance lessons for big band music.She had shown the ability to watch out for herself. I did not worry too much while she was gone, because she kept in touch.