She was a psychiatrist by profession.Seeing her for the first time I fell for her, the way she talked , the way she looked was just enough for me to a...ree to this marriage. Before marriage we kept on dating for some time and, ultimately I proposed her bending down my knees, on which she blushingly said yes.So we got married on 2014 December. We are in a deep love with each other and we are enjoying a healthy sex life.About 7 months passed off our marriage and all this while I had just forgotten. 'Take a seat and we'll start.' she said sitting down at her kitchen table. I sat down opposite her. 'What would you like to know?' she asked. 'How did you punish boys at school?' I replied. She paused for a minute before answering. 'Originally, when I was first started teaching it was with the cane or ruler. Ruler for the girls and cane for the boys! 6 for a normal offence and 12 if it was for a particularly naughty boy or girl. And then that all got stopped! Apparently it was no longer. .. ummm ... sure?”I smiled.“As much as I’ve worked with him over the past several months, I’d put him up against your lesbian bitches any day.”Her face split into a big grin.“That’s a bold statement, girl.”“Give him a try then ... and tell me if I’m wrong.”She rose and athletically jumped up onto the bed and placed her legs on each side of my husband’s body. The look of fear in his eyes was amusing, to say the least. I was the first woman that he had gone down on when we met in college, and. ‘No sense us getting soaked to the skin, go have a restful evening and we’ll settle up in the morning’, was all that she needed to hear. She quickly made her way up the drive and ran into the cabin before the full force of the storm arrived. The cabin she entered was perfect, pine floors, simple white curtains and even more simple furnishings, a gorgeous fire place, a very large bed and one small love seat. She had noticed the ‘Love Nest’ sign hanging above the door and sighed an ‘if only’ to.