"It's time," she said. "Stand up and bend over." Janice, please?" I whimpered as I got into position.She walked behind me and took a couple of moments...to caress my buns through my nylon panties. Then, suddenly, she pulled them down."This time, we're spanking your bare bottom," she said."No!" I cried.The panties slipped down my legs and puddle around my ankles.Ignoring my pleas, Janice gave me my spanking, eleven of them, just like the night before.And my god but it hurt! You wouldn't think that. I tiptoed into my bedroom and slowly climbed into bed not wanting to wake my husband, if he was already asleep. As soon as I curled up in bed I felt him cuddle up behind me pushing his semi-hard cock against my ass and reaching around to grab one of my tits. "I’ve been waiting up for you," George whispered into my ear, as he caressed my tit. "Why did you wait up? You could have gone to sleep," I asked him, hoping to avoid where this usually headed. "Because I have something for you," he. "They're up to something they don't want us to see"She had been following a depression in the field along the side of the farm, the recessed ground curling towards the back of the building near the barns. She could tell someone was on top of the saucer as sounds of hammering echoed eerily down, but the fog was so thick to see clear and she nearly fell into the side of the Cummings barn as she tripped on something.Below her was the silver girth of a large segmented tentacle. It snaked back. ‘But she’s not joining in any fun, apparently.’ Mike shrugged apologetically as he walked into view. ‘It’s one of our little games. She can watch the whole show, and be watched herself. But she can’t orgasm until we get home. That’s actually one of the things we were interested in hypnosis for, actually. I’d like to implant an orgasm denial trigger in her, so that she could join in at parties like this without disobeying her master.’ Diane nodded. ‘It’s perfectly doable. I’d recommend.