And yet she had picked it out, she had purchased the paddle. She must have known.“Ten should do” she heard him say, and she quailed. She had no id...a what it was going to feel like, but ten sounded like a lot.“Yes, um, sir” she said, gritting her teeth and waiting for the inevitable.Talia continued to hear the sounds of the paddle moving against his leg or waving in the air, slapping against his hand. It was torture. Waiting, wondering.Crack!Pain exploded in her bottom, though thankfully not as. I’ll try again later after dinner.-9:20 pm-I’m getting better at this. I’ve only made my feet tingle twice, but I’ve had that shooting feeling three times in the past hour. I’m going to bed now. I’m exhausted.Friday, January 30th, 1987-2:50 pm-This was the longest day I’ve had in my life. I told him everything that I experienced yesterday while we ate breakfast and was only a little nervous when I got undressed in front of him back in the room. He did my feet again while I got my nipples. The discussion had an ominous component, but it was a long-drawn day, and there had been abundant alcohol, so I listened in half a trance. Rick probed questioning if my wife and I had contemplated swinging. He asked if we had ever attended a dungeon or partook in any BDSM activity. I responded with as much obscurity as I could. Later that night at home I communicated our discussion to my wife who was fascinated. In bed that night she begged me to tie her up and to spank her bottom. It finished. Toni held out hers and he took it, raising it to hismouth, brushing it with his lips.?Enchanted.? He said, his liquidbrown eyes like chocolate.?Let?s go sit in the living room.Toni, fetch us drinks, yeah ?? A table for three indeed !She spent the next hour servingdrinks and cooking the meal, then the following two hours serving it, whilereplenishing their wine glasses, and washing up.Only Hassanpaid her any attention, saying thank you, acknowledging her presence, leaningaside when she cleared.