Chapter Three
If I thought this one impulsive spanking session would assuage the desire in me, I was a fool. If I thought KC Gable would vanish from my thoughts, I was an even greater fool. If I thought that Rossi had disappeared from my life, then I was truly kidding myself. My mind now swarmed with fantasies of spanking, of KC and Rossi. The essence of their effect on me endlessly colored my mood, creating submissive pictures of me in poses of surrender. The desire for exacting even ruthless discipline at the hands of such commanding personalities threw my body into a frenzy of physical excitement. Every minute of my day was influenced by this lust, the dreamy abandon having lifted my life above the mundane. My obsession became a friend. So much an obsession that daily, I repelled the d
