Chapter Three
One of THOSE Days
It was one of THOSE days.
About once a week, usually on the weekend, Olive and I go from being caregiver and client, home health aide and C-5 quadriplegic, to Mistress and Slut-boy. We’re close to the same age, if of barely different race (she’s half black, I’m all white), and she works intimately with my naked body every day: bathing and dressing me, helping with even more personal kinds of hygiene, and then finally getting me into my wheelchair for the day. Naturally we flirt a lot, and although she never gives it up, our risqué banter and her fabulous body both drive me absolutely crazy. Finally on my birthday a while back I at least talked her into giving me an innocent spanking.
Innocent: yeah right. Her callused palm smacking so hard against my nak
