Then, almost immediately, before I could turn around, I felt a hot shot to my buttocks that sent me forward, almost falling over. WHACK! I reached bac... to protect my ass. “Don’t do that, or I’ll hit your hand!” She yelled, and I fell to my knees almost in tears. Man did that hurt. Oh My God. “Stand up and grab those handles up there” Without thought or pause my hands went up into the two straps I had seen suspended from a sliding track on the ceiling. As she clamped them shut she said: “Now,. I actually liked them.Why did I like being 'marked'?The reason I didn't tell my vanilla friends the details of my relationship with Andrew was because they would confuse what we did with physical abuse. As might any uninformed observer if they saw the marks. I'm sure they would equate what we did with Andrew physically abusing me. I wished I could cast a temporary spell over them so they felt what I felt. Maybe then they would understand.For starters, Andrew has never hit me in anger. For. Just don’t tell him the truth, tell him I’m not home or something. I told her to have a great orgasm as she went out the door, she said she’ll try. Beats telling your spouse “have a great day at work”, that never happens.SCORE! She came home with dried cum streaks all over her face, hair, and glasses, her makeup running a bit, a few stains of protein on her white shirt. Instead of her usual nervous self, I got her usual nervous self with a big smile on her face. First thing she said was “it was. .” I didn't finish the sentence as I turned to unlock the door. I didn't know why but I was uneasy and unsure of myself. Not a feeling I was used to. As my fingers gripped the bolt she spoke, “Wait! Please.” I let my hand fall away and turned back to face her. “I don't normally have company in the bathroom so please forgive me but I would like to talk to you,” she paused before adding, “That is, if you don't mind?” “I don't mind but we cannot be long.” She reached out once more to the.