“My husband has taken some educating though. We’d been married maybe six months when he came upon me bent over the workbench in the barn with a hi...ed hand balls deep. I said, ‘Hi sweetie. You need me for something? I can be with you in a few minutes.’ We didn’t stop what we were doing but he walked away. When I found him after a while I asked, ‘Did you need some pussy too?’ We’d fucked that morning and were doing it twice a day, usually morning and night. I figured maybe he wanted a little more. Each time he asked, I ignored him and returned another question his way. When he had answered all of my questions to my satisfactory and dinner was finished, I felt confident in taking the next step of my plan."You may address me as Mistress Allison, if you wish to see me again. It is your choice to make but you must decide tonight, Brett. You may leave the restaurant and never see me again or if you agree, you will belong to me. You will obey me completely when we're together, or be punished. You know… her body changing with the baby.”I was surprised at Ron commenting like this about my wife, particularly since he and I had just met… yet I was suddenly feeling a bit strange. Like I was having trouble maintaining focus and my words seemed difficult to form. “Hey” asked Ron “You okay?””I don’t…..” my response trailed off.“How many drinks did you have?” asked Ron.“just two buuuu….” I seemed unable to form a sentence.“Let me help get you back to your room” offered Ron. He then stood and. I hid my face in the pillow. He watched my bottom wobble from side to side, and when it subsided he gave me another spank. In no time my bum was covered with new and new bruises, and the phrase ‘Red Army’ got a brand new meaning to me from that moment on. My delicate skin could break anytime from the neverstopping slaps. I gasped resentfully not even planning to pretend I enjoy something that is simply too strong. ‘You’re going to stand on the plane all your way back to Poland.’ I sobbed in.