She certainly would be fired, there was no doubt about that. Not to mention, she'd probably have to move out of town just from sheer embarrassment. She was angry at her kind heart for getting her into this mess. Now, how to get out of it? Now, by this time my mind was going a thousand miles an hour. What am I getting myself into? How would this play out? My only plan was just to agree to everything until I had some time to think about it. Anyway, how bad could this be? I could handle this old man slapping my butt a few times! "OK, I get it," I finally said.

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Oh no. We would never do that. That is wrong. We talk to them and if we must punish them we do it by taking away privileges. That is what we do. We would never hit our children." Well that's the problem, Jodie. What you're doing clearly isn't working but I have a suggestion. If you go along with it I won't have to file that report."Miss Miller undid the top few buttons of her dress and shrugged it down off her shoulders a bit. Simultaneously disgusted and humiliated, she said, "There -- are you satisfied now?" That'd be good," said John as he sat down. "Thanks." She was being so welcoming and nice that he almost felt bad about what he had planned, but not bad enough to change his mind. We both know that's not Dave," he replied. "And yeah, I may be a peeping tom but I'm not the one having an affair." He paused and let that sink in; let Bev understand what he'd said. After a moment he went on. "The question I'm struggling with is whether or not I should tell Dave. We've been friends and neighbors a long time." Sure . Both Jeff and I think the world of you and I'm sure that we would find whatever you had to say about our kids to be valuable." Anna instantly and sharply replied, "No -- I'm not going to jerk you off, you little bastard. Forget it. Just go."

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To be honest I didn't know how to answer. I felt humiliated...yet mildly aroused. The spanking had somehow seeped down into my pussy and I could feel that I was moist. That made me feel even worse...how could I be aroused by this old man spanking me as if I were a naughty child? "I don't know what to say. I feel so...." I don't want to do that either but something has to be done and done soon. You have to understand, Jodie, that talking only goes so far with kids. They need to be punished when they misbehave and that punishment has to be immediate. Were you ever spanked by your parents?" Jodie, after a spanking I expect you to thank me. After all, this what you need. Do you understand?" Alright then," she said. "Give me five minutes... enjoy your coffee. Meet me in the guest room. I just need to go get myself and the bed ready, okay?" John stepped in with his phone in hand. He didn't exactly know how to breach the topic but he had every intention of letting her know that he knew, and could prove, she was having an affair. "This is kind of complicated..." he started.

After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a couple of minutes, she spoke up, trying to summon strength into her voice. "All right, I've done what you wanted -- you've gotten your cheap thrill -- now please leave." Why are you telling me this?" asked Bev. "Showing me this? Are you asking me what I think you should do?" OK, here's the deal. Talking only goes so far, so now is the time for action. So my suggestion is this: I want you to be responsible for your kids behavior. By that I mean that if they misbehave then I will punish you. I want you to experience the value of corporal punishment. Maybe then you will understand what I am telling you." Jodie, this has been a very productive session and you have shown me a real willingness to be helped. Your candor is instrumental in my ability to understand you and eventually help you but unfortunately we have to stop here. We can continue this at our next session. Same time next Tuesday OK?"

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Can I come in, Bev?" he asked with a serious tone in his voice. "I've got something I need your help with if you can." It was her turn to use a voice dripping with sarcasm -- "Fine -- thank you for the compliment. Now are we done here?" Don't get so uppity on me, Bev," John replied. Their coffee was all but forgotten. "I'm not the one having an affair. I'm not the one cheating on my spouse." Ringing the doorbell he was nervous as he waited for Bev to answer the door. When she did, he saw she was still wearing the same thing he'd seen her in when she'd taken the trash out: it looked like a light set of beige pajamas under a long sweater type robe. She looked surprised to see him but not unpleasantly so. "Hey, John. What's up?" Miss Miller nodded. "All right then." But she made no move from her position kneeling on the floor. She had made an agreement, but had no eagerness to follow through with it.Well, your method doesn't seem to be working. I would be embarrassed to tell you the things they do and say on the bus...to each other and to the other children. And, to be honest it's getting worse. If you don't do something I'll be forced to file a report to the principal. They are making it difficult for me to drive safely. I spend more time keeping them in line than I do on the road." After putting down his coffee cup and taking her own seat, her cup of coffee at hand, Bev looked over at him with an open and concerned look on her face. "So... what's on your mind?" Oh, Steve I'm so sorry to hear that...but please don't get the school involved. Mrs Stein is so unreasonable and she warned me that she would keep my kids off the bus for a week for the next offense and neither Jeff nor I have the time to take them to and from school for a week. It would play havoc with our schedules!" Actually," replied John, finally finding his courage, which was building out of his desire for this woman, "what I'm really asking is what you're willing to do to keep me from showing this to John?"