For a few awkward minutes, the company of Phillip’s guests gazed at the remarkable sight—the women shivering, thinking of themselves in Kathryn’s place, the men simply content to stare.
Brett, looking around the table at the other faces was particularly struck by one Steven Wells. His gaze at the lovely brunette brat was remarkable in itself for the degree of affection and longing that she sensed from the young man. Perhaps Cassandra was right: there was something special between these two young people.
“Now my friends,” Phillip said, turning his attention to his house guests with a gracious smile. He was a chameleon of sorts, as most spanking dominants are: pleasing and kind one moment, stern and demanding the next. “Do we have any bratty ladies who would like to join Kathryn in her hum
