The light from the laptop's screen washed over Marcus McKinney's reddish-blonde hair, setting the short trimmed locks aflame in the small darkened office. He had been slinking around the seedier parts of Craigslist for days now, searching for the ad that would catch his own particular interests above all others. Sure, there were plenty of offers for anonymous sex between men, women, and anything that might lie between the established gender lines. However, he was only interested in submissive females, and not just your garden variety subs either. No he wanted one that was in need of punishment at the hands of a strong man to sate their sexual appetites.<br/><br/>He was about ready to give up his search for yet another evening when he came across an ad that caught his eye. "<b>Wallflower Seeks Strong Disciplinarian</b>" The title intrigued him enough to click and explore further just what this anonymous little wallflower wanted to be disciplined for.<br/><br/><i>To Whom It May Concern,</i><br/><br/><i>My name is Paige and I am looking for a big strong man to bend me over a table and spank my tender little ass, because I have been a very bad girl. I need my instructor to use his hand, belt, or whatever other disciplinary tool that comes to mind to teach me a lesson. Please contact the following email address to apply for the job. I'll only accept the first suitable man that shows an interest, so make sure you contact me ASAP.<br/>
</i><br/>Marc hastily inputted the email into his browser and sent a message requesting the position and sat back waiting for confirmation. There couldn't be a better fit for this young woman than the emerald-eyed man that sat in his office tapping his thick fingers together apprehensively. He didn't have to wait for long however as his own email's inbox lit up with a new message containing an address on nearby Lake Michigan as well as a picture of Paige herself. His heart began to race as his excitement built up to even higher levels as he printed out the directions acquired from the Internet's repository of maps.<br/><br/>He quickly sent a memo to his boss that he would be out of work the following day. If he was going to truly enjoy this opportunity, he was going to need the time to properly show little Paige just what she was getting. Having set his plans into motion Marc stood from his office chair and brushed his plain white button-down shirt to straight perfection and tucked it into his dark grey slacks. He grabbed the matching suit coat and threw it over his shoulder and made his way to the parking garage where his black Toyota Tacoma waited. He would have liked to have gone home and gathered a few more items for his provocative works, but he had plenty of toys that would do in the pickup's toolbox. For better or worse, he always had the grey leather belt that cinched his waist if she turned out to need much more than a good hand across her luscious rear end. And if it turned out that this was all a sick ploy by some catfishing Internet troll; well the belt was good for strangling someone as well...