Chapter Nine
Samantha expected a party that night. For the twenty hours after the session in her office with Peter, her intuition took her mind into a tailspin, looking at all the horrendous possibilities that might present themselves at this next scheduled session. It was certain that she’d have an audience, or at least other men spanking her—even using her ass. Maybe there’d be more than one, a dozen, or a dozen witnesses. The permutations of her fantasy were endless and frightening, twisted and depraved—especially by the light of day. Her viewpoint always changed when she was in the middle of her sessions. Anything that gave her pleasure, or peace, was divine, a heaven sent miracle. Sometimes after the fact, she would shake her head in disbelief that she’d allowed herself to be taken s
