In whom are you interested?

The vocal coach

You walk up behind the buxom half-Italian and let her know you're there by gently caressing her back between her shoulder blades. Recognizing your touch, she turns with a smile and greets you with a kiss on the cheek.

"How nice to see you, Jack. Did you enjoy the performance?"

"Of course, Loredana," you reply enthusiastically. "How could anyone not?"

"That is very kind. There is still a little work to do, but we are getting there."

The handful of red stripes on the choristers' tummies from the choirmaster's whip confirms that their singing wasn't faultless, but you really couldn't tell.

"That's good to hear, Loredana. I was wondering whether you'd like to join me for lunch, today?"

"I would love to, Jack. I could actually do with a little attention from you, if it is convenient."

The two of you met at one of the president's dinners and the conversation turned (as it often does for you) to the subject of discipline. At thirty-four, she doesn't need to carry an implement for general chastisement any more, but she still accepts punishment when it's deserved. That night, you flogged her ample tits purple with a four foot length of rattan after she confessed to her poor parking skills, claimed a tip in cash and then took her to bed for the first time. Although neither as beautiful nor as sexually skilled as college students, she's still an attractive woman and, crucially, one who sleeps with you out of desire rather than duty. Asking for attention is her way of saying she might need a spanking.

You suggest she comes to your room at noon and brings food with her. If past experience is anything to go by, she'll bring you a sandwich, although the word hardly does justice to the masterpieces she produces. That will give you the privacy to take her over your knee if necessary and engage in other, more pleasurable activities afterwards, if you so choose. She agrees at once and then you say goodbye and let her get back to work, because the choirgirls have just finished their break.

A glance back over your shoulder when you reach the door lets you see her sweet little bum clad in an ankle-length red dress, swaying in time to the voices filling the chapel. You turn and use both hands to **** open the heavy portal, happy with your day so far.