"I am not sure that you know what that could mean, for instance after I cane you later you might still be feeling it when you go to work on Monday," s...e warned."Margaret, that is exactly what I long for," he enthused.She was still not convinced so she gave him a further warning, "You should know that once the caning starts it is me and only me that decides when it is finished." Perfect, I want to be at your mercy," he replied although she was still uncertain whether he knew what he was in. It was on the Sci-Fi channel so I was all for it, and while I thought the plot was thin, I let him think I’d liked it enough. The really weird part about the movie was where these two guys kissed each other, passionately. Although there wasn’t any sex between them, I got up and grabbed us another beer while Jason watched intently. As the credits rolled up the screen, we were sitting on my sofa chatting about the movie and Jason asked me what I’d thought about the scene where the two guys made. She was, however, clearly puzzled and curious about what she would be doing. As I looked her over, I saw she looked like a cross between a chauffeur and a dominatrix. Like I said, perfect!She was even more puzzled when I held out my hand and she saw what I was carrying. It was her pistol, loaded and ready to go."And just where am I supposed to carry that?" she asked, just a little sarcastically."Come here, and I'll show you."Brazenly, the little vamp strutted over to me, her chest thrust out,. Two more snips of the scissors, and her panties unfolded. It finally began. He grunted quietly as he pulled in and out, digging his hands into her thighs for leverage. It hurt more than she had ever imagined possible. His cock probed at untouched depths without concern, poking her insides at erratic angles as their bodies thrashed together. ?Unn!? He grinned and panted, paying no heed to her muffled words or cries of pain. His attention rested solely with her.