’ She went and grabbed a four foot long whip that looked like a shortened horse whip. Unlike the bullwhip, it was rigid up to the last foot. She hit...him in the lower back and Drake yelped. ‘One, Mistress!’ Raell grinned. ‘Good, slave. I had wondered if you would remember to count.’ ‘I remember, Mistress. They also had me count when they caned me at the barn.’ After five she had him replace both whips. Drake quickly learned the names or each whip, as well of which ones hurt the most. In the end. “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” she asked as I stood there next to her.“Well that’s the thing, it doesn’t,” I said, trying not to injure her feelings.“Maybe if I showed you,” I proposed.“Okay, I guess you can spank me, I always kind of wondered what a nice spanking felt like,” she said in a dejected tone, a little insecure and disappointed that she didn’t get it right the first time.I sat down on the bed next to her and hauled her over my lap with ease.“You have to cup your hand like this,” I. After a short time, she made as if to get off him, but he held her tight then to her amazement began slowly pumping himself once more, his errection not having abated in the least. Her eyes like saucers, her husband never once having managed twice in her whole marriage, just wham bam thank you maam and then sleep if she had achieved or not. They were soon rythmetically enjoying a second adventure, again the bedhead battered the wall, as the huge tool moved like a well-oiled piston in a mill. "Who was that?" 'Hannah' stuck his head out the kitchen door.Marcus stood up, "Looks like I've got a special visitor coming over thisweekend, we'll talk about it after dinner."He knew this would happen eventually, and he knew exactly how to dealwith it.-------------------------- Saturday morning, Dale and Mikey's real mother was going to arrive inabout an hour. It was a two hour drive, so Marcus decided now was a goodtime to send 'Hannah' back to his parents' home."I'm going where?" the new.