Chapter Twelve
My days with Lassiter were truly weird if you comparethem to a normal lifeor even the sometimes offbeat one I was used to. At work,Id be aware of those around me, living their normal lives in a normal way.What would they think if they knew that Bridget Bennington Fox, the museumsassociate curator, was wearing an anal plug in her ass most of every workingday? Sometimes, I imagined they could see it, that my skirt had suddenlydisappeared leaving me vulnerable to giggling snickers and infatuated eyes. Iwondered how many were curious as Id wince while sitting down, when the plugwould take an uncomfortable shift in my ass. Sometimes too, I winced because myass was just plain sore from the spanking Id had the night before. If Lassiterused the cane, my bottom was sure to be s
