"You never know when you need every bit of energy around Candy." Smart ass," I grouched. My annoyance didn't keep me from cleaning my plate. After all... you never know.Steven Armstrong's house was even more of a mansion than Edward Stanton's place. Three stories tall, made of carved stone and glass, it was elegant instead of gaudy. Classy. It didn't pretend to be the home of a wealthy man, it just was.We pulled into the driveway and walked up to the dark, polished front door. Ginger answered on. Thank you. Again." Elaine quickly sipped her wine. "The intention of punishment is to pay your penance and to assuage your guilt. It needs to be proportional to the sin, but also proportional to the guilt, to meet it and quash it, and not exceed it. At this stage we don't know much about your tolerance of pain so it'll be interesting. Who knows? You might even want a harder spanking once you've had a pleasurable one." Do you think?"Gary chuckled and sipped his water. "I don't know. But we'll. “Nervous?” I grinned. Amber nodded and sucked her lower lip into her mouth. She was uncertain how she would react to pain. Her heart was pounding frightfully hard; her cunt was aching to be filled with my cock. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. “Good,” I coldly replied. I stood over her and dragged the popper of the crop across her spread cunt. The initial contact sent a rush through Amber’s body. I twisted and turned the popper over her wet, slick pussy, smearing. The clubs bars and cabins all held a new sense of fun for us and we intended to enjoy them all.We quickly unpacked in the hotel it was early evening and the place was jumping as it always is on a Friday night, you eased in to a nice short skirt and a boob tube with nothing underneath just the way I liked you easily accessible. Your long coat hid all your sins except for the fuck me boots with the big heels you had bought especially for the trip.I smiled and nodded in approval as you stood in.