This was a surprise. She wanted more. She wanted to be a good, obedient wife, she said, and she wanted me to be strict with her. She liked the idea of...domestic discipline.She blushed as she told me all the embarrassing details of her fantasy. She had never been spanked as a child, she said but she had read stories about teenage girls who were spanked by their fathers or their teachers and she imagined herself in their position. She liked the ritual. In her fantasies, spankings were always. As she’s sliding a soapy hand up and down his shaft, she feels him dip in. She stops, moans and gently squeezes his penis as she starts to stroke him again. Once again, they stop after only minutes of pleasing each other. Stepping out of the tub together, he grabs a towel as she lets out the water from the bath. As she stands, he wraps the towel around her and begins to softly dry her off. When he’s done, he grabs the other towel and dries himself. They leave the bathroom, wrapped in their. "I'm sorry about putting you in such discomfort but it's necessary. I had a girl once who changed her mind and tried to escape. Nearly got away too. So now I don't take chances." He left my hands cuffed but helped me to my feet. My feet were cuffed together with a short chain between. I could only walk with steps about 6 inches long. Running would be impossible. He led my into what I guessed was the bathroom and he guided my to the toilet. Oh what a relief. I let my water flow into the toilet. She took the padlock to her bedroom and two minutes later returned with the now open padlock. She showed me the two keys that I had sent to her as proof she kept them and asked me to place the chastity device on. As I started to strip down, she kept asking if I was sure about this and if there was anything she needed to do. I kept assuring her it was fine, that I was sure this is what I wanted and that she didn’t have to do a thing. Once I was naked she turned to me and asked if I had any last.