A reasonable Objection (or so I thought)
My girlfriend, whom I'll refer to as 'C', is very beautiful. And sometimes I get jealous though I admit she gives me no reason to.
"It's all about how I respond to them, she tells me. 'Them' is the men she disciplines for her job.
I had to get used to the fact that she had this job and that took some effort but I did it. The choice, of course, was accept it or lose her. But I felt like I voiced a very reasonable concern.
"You're so sexy just in anything you wear, the mere sight of you. And I know I'm not the only guy who fees that way. Why do you have to wear sexy lingerie for work?"
"It helps my tips," she replied, "which is our income, you know" (and in a way, she was right, since we share expenses).
"Still, it could give the guys the wrong idea," I persisted.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. I'm pretty sure you find me even sexier than anyone else. Some people might not think I'm sexy at all!"
"In any case, I'll dress up in my sexy lingerie and give you eighteen strokes of the cane and I mean 'professional' strokes."
"Right you are, baby," she confirmed. "If anyone could maintain an erection through that, it ought to be you, right?
"So if you do, I'll stop wearing lingerie for work. If you don't, you stop worrying about it."
"I'll think about it," I told her. "If I go soft, you'll stop?"
"Nothing to think about, boy. I said that's what we will do. I don't remember asking." She gets like this sometimes. "And no, it's eighteen strokes, whatever you do." Actually, a lot. But it's great, in a way.
"How about naked?" I suggested cheekily.
"Oh, you'll definitely be naked. For me, it'll be twenty-four strokes, then."
Eighteen of her hardest strokes is plenty for me so I went with her original plan.
Needless to say, my erection didn't last long. Once it was gone, she gave me the last fourteen pretty quickly as I howled away in pain.
"You see?" she said later, when I could think again. "Now, when I wear a sexy outfit, I promise to go at least eighteen strokes and probably multiples of that. And before you ask, yes, they're be every bit as hard as what you got."
"Okay, you've convinced me," I conceded, resolving to try not to worry about it.
"And I'll let you recover until next weekend before we do the twenty-four and naked test!" she laughed.
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