That, however, required him to reenter the building through the front lobby and past the desk clerk again. His cock was still rock solid and he could...feel the wetness of his ooze building in his boxer shorts.Glancing at his watch he realized that it had been just over twenty minutes since he had left. He figured he would go ahead and try to see if festivities had started again. As he began to exit the vehicle his wife exited the building. Her sultry appearance from before was gone as her. While Eric still found thespankings painful, they were becoming erotic to him, as I had hoped. Oneday he had asked if we could recreate the first discipline session we had had. Inother words, he wanted to be chased, wrestled into submission, and then spanked. Myheart leapt with joy at his request, because that was the way I wanted to sothings, too. Our Friday night discipline sessions took on the characterof hunt, of a race between predator and prey. I would give Eric a 5-minutehead start to. “King’s Head, I think,” she said. “It’s less than five minutes away.”“You live in London, I assume?” I asked.“Just off Regent’s Park. My dad is the senior aide to a Minister. My mom is a maths teacher.”“I assume you’re in school? What we would call High School and I guess you call College or Sixth Form?”“Yes. Year 12. I plan to teach English when I eventually leave university. Did you study computers?”“I did. I received my degree in 1985.”“Are you trying to imply you’re old?” she laughed.“I AM. The rope through his mouth had earned him a mouthful of it. He tried to rush Raell again, but hit the brakes when he noticed the two girls who had helped her now had shock spears. He instead ran this way and that, pulling on the rope, trying to make Raell slip. She didn’t. The group approached a bunch of wooden posts set into the ground outside the arena. The earth around them was a mixture of sand and fine dust, and Drake’s feet brought up puffs of it. The posts had rings set into them at.