.you know I do." Yes I suppose I do. So how old do you think I am, and don't be afraid to say what you think. I admire men that don't try and tell me ...hat they think I want to hear. Now...how old do you think I am?" To be honest I don't have a clue, but if I have to answer, I'd say you were in your late 20's." Mmmmm, I like they way you talk. Would you believe that I'm 37? Judging from the look on your face you don't. The thing is I am, and I'm not afraid to admit it." Wow, you could have. With a flick of the wrist I deliver a firm spank, not too hard, but enough to leave a delicate pink tinge in its wake. "Bastard" it comes out of your mouth before you can stop it, roughly forcing your mouth open I gag you with your discarded knickers."Not yet half pint, but I assure you I'm going to be" With that I pick up the paddle and begin a thorough spanking, leaving no inch of your arse untouched as you squirm on the bed, fighting the restraints, just when I know you can take no more I. I slept with a guy, yes, but I was drunk, unconscious, and he raped me. Whether or not you believe me is inconsequential." She just stared at me as she spit those words out.I got up and left the room after that statement because I needed to clear my head. If I hadn't I may have to gotten to know some law enforcement officers too well. I cried in anger and frustration because I knew that if the bastard who raped my wife ever to cross my path he would become intimate with the cricket bat I kept. In short, I was legally broke with nothing done illegally.Kelly had rushed off to take care of something after her brother left and I knew exactly where. She was going to the Holiday Inn room number 102 to meet her lover. I knew that they planned to be there all day and she was to come back in the evening around 5. That was not going to happen; we were going to meet in another half an hour. I got into my car, which was pretty much all that I owned now and drove down to the Holiday Inn. Calmly I.