(Im so not a writer, but really like this story - please just ignore this if it doesn't work)

Walking back upstairs Bob wrestled with the conflicting emotions he was feeling. He couldn't believe what he had done, he was meant to be the adult, he had thought he could stay in control.

But Cassandra was something else, when he thought about what she had done to him after he had put her across his knee. She knew what to do, what buttons to press, her mouth had been so hot and tight and her tongue...godddd..... she had quickly made him go against his conscience and give in to pleasure.

But what was he to do now? And then there was her mother, how was he going to explain Cassandra's disappearance? And how would he tame that she-cat in the basement that was driving him wild with lust?