I’ve never tried to seduce a straight woman before. I’ve invited Bethany to my house while Dan is off on a camping trip with the twins. He’s going to tell them about the boarding school they’ll be going to when the next school years starts. I’m wearing nothing but a bathrobe. I make the excuse that I just got home from the gym and took a shower before she arrived. I offer her a drink, but she tells me that she doesn’t drink. This reminds me that I know so little about her. She’s never been very open with me, but we met under such stressful circumstances. Maybe it’s because I felt guilty that my screwup with Claire and Mick became her security problem. But maybe reading my stories helped her to loosen up a little with me. “Barbie likes my idea for a free divorce consultant website. She agrees that people will anonymously reveal details that might help us screen for the women we want. We’ll direct the rest to nearby divorce lawyers and they can pick up any good candidates that our screening miss. She’s working up some screening algorithms.” “She’s the right candidate for that, Cate. What can I do for you.” “I’ve got some ideas that seem right for the black card sisters, Bethany. I figured I’d run them by you, since you’re my black card sponsor. Liz and Kyra both told me to think outside the box, so I thought of using the tender trap on targeted bachelors. I got both ideas from Liz. I figured gay men might want the perfect beard, so we can set them up with women who want some of the advantages of marriage, but don’t care if they’re not having sex with their husbands.” “Sounds plausible, especially for the ones who like women.” There’s no judgement in that statement. That’s a good sign. I find myself uncomfortable with straight women who discover I’m bisexual. “The other idea is to provide wives for straight men who want to keep fooling around, like Gabe. We can use websites and advertise that we’ll find perfect wives for guys who want the advantages of being married without monogamy. There were so many black card sisters interested in Gabe that we might be able to rope other cash cows.” I show her the diagrams I had worked up for finding the right bachelors and pairing them with the right sisters. I see the wheels turning in her mind and I answer more than a few questions. I ask a few questions about the esat escort black card sisters and get the answers I want. “Yes, Cate. I think both of these could work. Speaking for myself, it would be good to wake up with a good man next to me again, even if he did come in late after visiting his mistress. You can bet I would throw my profile into the pool.” “I’ve never heard your story, Bethany, and I know I don’t have a need to know, but I only know Claire’s story about how she joined the black card sisters. So…” “It’s not much of a story. I’m forty-nine. I had a blue card when I got my black card. I was recruited when I was married, to be a chauffeur and bodyguard. My husband worked in the civil courts, so he was useful, too. I have military training. My kids are grown and moved out. My husband died from a congenital heart defect. There are other stories like mine. I sponsor a lot of black card sisters. It’s not a lot of work. Most were tan cards. I’m on call 24/7. My van is my office.” This was an astonishing amount of revelation from her. I never would have guessed her age. She’s petite, but an obvious tough chick. I have no doubt that she can kick ass and would furiously defend the women she’s called on to protect. “Liz gave me leadership of a Red Circle for this project. That gives me priority on up to six sisters.” “I’ve been a workerbee in Red Circles before. Unless you need a full time chauffeur, I’m assuming you want someone who knows how to work the black card roster. I can get you someone much better than me for that. You can meet her, but she’ll have to remain veiled.” “I was kind of hoping I would get a chance to work more with you.” “Oh. I’m still available when you need me, Cate. I just want you to have the right girl for this job. I’ll have her contact you.” “Ah. Good to hear.” The mood suddenly changes. The undercurrent of tension throughout the evening moves to the forefront because we’ve reached the end of the business discussion. She’s clearly nervous, now, but I have clues that she got ready for me. She has dressed up for the evening. It’s very subtle, but there is the hint of effort to appeal that was never present in the past. There’s a little makeup, very subtle, a little perfume, a little extra hair care, painted nails, tight black jeans, open etimesgut escort bayan toed shoes revealing painted toenails, a tight sexy top that accentuates her well proportioned breasts. She’s dressed far less deliberately sexy than how many women dress in their daily lives, even accounting for age, but it’s a definite step toward sexy for Bethany. She looks into my eyes and a hopeful spark passes between us. “I think we’re done with this business, Bethany.” “It’s okay to call me Beth.” “Thank you, Beth. That makes me feel… closer to you. And thank you for your input on this project. There’s one other thing that I think we should discuss.” “Yes?” I can hear the hope in her voice. “You’ve been a naughty girl.” I hear her breath catch. She has that deer-caught-in-the-headlights stare and I can see that she’s bordering on panic, caught in an internal war between her desires and her fear of the possible consequences. I decide she needs a little nudge from Sister Cate. “It’s okay, young lady. Once you’ve done the right thing, the matter will be forgotten. I won’t think worse of you for having earned forgiveness.” Her breath quivers as she says, “Okay.” I lead her to the bedroom where the spanking chair awaits. Dan and I usually only sit there when dressing or undressing, but it’s a perfect armless, straightbacked chair for administering a punishment. I sit on the chair. “Now, Beth, I think it is only fair that you be as naked as I was when you spanked me. I’ve caught you peeking several times tonight and I want you to know how it feels to be stared at.” The truth is that I deliberately let my robe gap open, knowing that she had seen it all before anyway, but her eyes had been drawn to whatever I exposed. She had averted her eyes the first time I had left my pussy open to her gaze, but not the second or third time. It was clear that there was a lot going on in her mind, so I dropped the Sister Cate persona for a second and said, “Really, sweetie. This will be good for you. I should know. You read my stories. You know that I dropped a lot of baggage. I promise that I’ll help you.” “It’s just that… this was the only way that my husband could light my fire, but… oh, god, it’s just been so long.” The tears start, so I stand and hug her as she lets them out. Escort etlik I hold her close, nothing overtly sexual about it, though I do feel stirrings in my own depths. When her sobs ease, I prepare myself for disappointment. “Would you like to postpone this until another time?” I don’t offer to forget about it, because I know she really needs it and I feel responsible because of what happened at Kyra’s mansion. “No, it’s okay, Cate. I like what you wrote in your story about sex with women being ‘comfort sex’. That’s… just… don’t rush me, okay? I’m not sure how far I want to go, but I want to break this dry spell with someone, and you’re… the one I think can help me.” She backs away from me and then moves in to kiss me. Just before she lands it, she moves her mouth enough to place it on my cheek instead of my lips. She seems embarrassed about that, like she chickened out at the last second, but she starts to pull her top over her head and it becomes clear that she has committed. I understand about the difficulty of overcoming inhibitions. I was taught that I would burn in Hell for doing some of the acts that I routinely do now. She removes her bra and her nipples look very hard. Her breasts are surprisingly firm and high. She slips out of her jeans and carefully sets them so that her holster is not covered. Noticing that I’ve noticed her gun, she says, “We have enemies. I can’t remember the last time I was with another person and didn’t have my gun right there on my back.” She’s standing in her panties now. “You’re beautiful, Bethany.” “Um, thanks. But I don’t look like Claire or Kyra. I know you like tall, athletic women. You don’t have to flatter me.” “I’m not claiming that you ‘light my fire’, Beth. You look beautiful, and you deserve to be told that.” She turns away from me and says, “My husband liked to drop my drawers, do you want to do that or should I?” I reach out and slide her panties down. “Mmm. I can see why he liked to spank this ass. It looks so naughty.” She positions herself on my lap and I ask how many she deserves. “Ten.” “Okay, twenty then.” “Hey!” “Okay, twenty-five. Care to try for thirty?” She wisely decides not to argue. “You’ll let me know if I hit too hard?” “If your hand can take it, my ass can take it.” I begin by gently rubbing her buns, letting the anticipation of the first smack build. Will it be the left cheek, or the right? Smack! On the left. A sharp intake of breath as her body stiffens. I cringe, fearful that I’ve hit her too hard. I do not relish the idea of causing her pain, but something about the idea of spanking a woman’s bare ass overrides that.