Marcus inputted the address into his GPS and pulled out of the parking deck rather quickly. The anticipation of meeting this young lady and doing very bad things to her was already starting to cause his cock to grow inside his slacks. Reaching down to adjust the thickening bulge as he drove he nearly ran into an oncoming vehicle as his pickup swerved into the opposite lane. "Fucking moron," he screamed at the driver as he passed them. He couldn't even register that the thunderstorm and his own actions were at fault for the near-miss. As far as he was concerned, he was perfect in every way and the rest of the world was in need of a serious ass kicking. It was for this reason he enjoyed the thought of playing disciplinarian to the Craigslist whore so much, because she was symbolic of what was wrong with the world. Beating the girl while enjoying some much needed sexual gratification would make him feel that he was cleaning up societies wrongs in some twisted manner.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes of driving through a hellish deluge had paid off though when the computerized bitch that was attached to his dashboard signaled that he had arrived at his destination.  He flicked the switch for his headlights and was made aware of the house's current predicament. The place was completely dark, with not a light to be seen anywhere. Even the overhead floodlight that was attached to a nearby power pole had gone dark. His mind started running a variety of scenarios for the situation, first of which was whether this was all some sort of cruel joke that he had found himself the butt of. If that was the case the practitioner of the comedic arts would do well to not show themselves, because he would make certain that they would never have an encore performance.<br/><br/>Stepping out of his vehicle into the downpour he quickly went around to the toolbox in the bed of the truck and recovered a flashlight and a small coil of climber's rope. If he needed anything else from his goody-bag he would grab it later once his student had been properly secured. Flicking the switch of the handheld light he made his way down the driveway and to the front door. The house was expensive looking, probably paid for by some dumb ass sugar daddy that the girl in the photo had suckered into buying for her. It was amazing to Marcus just what lengths a man would go to for a crack at the slit between a woman's legs.<br/><br/>By the time he had reached the deck of the front porch and had ducked beneath the awning his suit was soaked through. A small price to pay for the evening's entertainment he figured as he raised the fist gripping the flashlight to the door and rapped upon the glass divider three times. He waited for a minute before repeating the action, the certainty that this was some sick joke growing with each passing second. He was about ready to start banging on the glass furiously when he heard motion from the other side and a soft voice calling out for someone called Matt. The doorknob turned with an aching slowness, but when the door had finally opened to reveal Paige standing there in a bathrobe a satisfied grin caused the corners of his mouth to peak upwards.<br/><br/>"Oh Paige," he spoke with devious intent, "I'm here to help you. After all, didn't you want that tight little ass of yours spanked for being such a naughty girl?" Marcus didn't wait for her to acknowledge what he had just said. Instead, he reached for the handle of the glass divider and attempted to open it. When the latch caught tight though and his entry was barred the smile disappeared almost instantly, replaced by a shadowy grimace. "This will not do at all young lady, I came here on your invitation. Aren't you going to let me in?"