Chapter Nine
The night began as a normal evening out with Garrison, one of many in a long string that benefited from my daily ritual punishments in Robert Harrington’s private office. I seemed to be a lot more at ease after a few good whacks on my butt; and if I was not already erotically charged, I always returned to my office after our brief scenes feeling the heat of my punished ass create a favorable feeling of s****l desire all through me. I’d have to say that the sessions put a smile on my face—which seemed to put an affable grin on Garrison’s face as well.
On that particular night, I met him right after work at a small Italian restaurant. He was already seated and sipping wine with his order of bruchetta. A smile broadened on his face as he saw me arrive. I settled in beside him,
