I began again by drizzling the scented oil over her breasts and stomach with its deep longitudinal navel. An Arab friend of mine once said, ‘Only me... have flat stomachs. A woman’s should fit into the curve of the palm of your hand.’ Carrie’s was perfect. She had delineation coming from the ribs and down her sides leaving a sweet roundness in the centre. Her abdomen then buried itself under her luxuriant pubis. I moved around to the head of the mats and knelt at Carrie’s head. Her eyes were. "Duke likes 'em."Susan bent to her task with as much strength as she could gather after the horrible beating her muscles had taken. She was a bit surprised though, that the soreness between her legs was not more acute, considering the ravishment she had undergone. She had done a lot of horseback riding when her father was alive, and perhaps that had loosened her for the final assault that the idiotic Stitch had subjected her to with his fingers.This was the first time the thought had come to. This should have been a cause for celebration. Happiness, joy, and relief should be coursing through each of us. Instead, we only felt pain, misery, and loss.Over the next few days we waited for the fire to go out. When it finally did, there was truly little left of either of them. I collected a bag full of ash and placed it in our goods along with Celka’s. It was a somber occasion as the Dran held a memorial service for our lost love. Various people who interacted with Davik stood up to say. I had saved his pornography collection in a folder only I had access to. When I got home I decided to review it again. I saw he had a number of videos featuring women spanking men. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? It seemed ideal and I loved the psychological implications of spanking my husband. I resolved to make it a regular part of our marriage. That night, I told him to strip and come to the living room. A full month had passed since his last orgasm, and though I had since docked.