”“And of course, Kara. This other woman, in the lab coat, is your other wife?”“Doctor Jessica Adams,” I said. “She’s a Trauma Surgeon at...University of Chicago Hospital.”“Wow! How did you meet her?”“You remember my friend Bethany?”“Sure.”“She was in a terrible accident and ended up being airlifted to a hospital in Indianapolis. Jessica was a medical student. I met her there.”“Wow. Is Bethany OK?”“Yes. She has two sons and is married to a Chicago Fire Department paramedic. Most of my old gang are. ” One by one he methodically undid each of the buttons that were holding her blouse together. You could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet. As he undid the last button holding the two halves of her blouse together. He glanced over his shoulder as his hands pulled the left and right side of her blouse apart for everyone to see. Her red bra was so bright it almost looked like it was glowing.Just when I thought that was the end of the show, he reached up between her breasts. She was wearing one. A tall, lean woman with flowing black hair was picking her way carefully through the detritus that littered the unfinished floor of the library. She carried a flashlight. Or rather, they assumed it was a flashlight. While it had the familiar electric lamp and reflector, it was shaped and carried much like a lantern.She was dressed in clothing similar to what Richie had seen in his thoughts. She had a bag hanging by a thin rope tied around her waist. It gave a faint, metallic rattle as she. She led me over to the spanking bench, layed me on my stomach and hooked my arms to a hook and my legs to another hook. Mistress explained that this is where she would be asking me for feedback as this was our first session together. I was feeling pretty good knowing that she cared about me enough to do such a thing. Mistress started out with a flogger on my back. She hit me firmly but not too hard. She asked me how I was and I replied that I was okay. She started to hit me even harder and it.