I had to admit she was a lot different than her daughters who were all shy and immature about such things expecting me to know everything. I really li...e the way the older woman was taking charge and giving me exact instructions on her ultimate degradation and submission to my will.She was startled when I started to beat her backside with a heavy hand and the sound of her punishment was loud in the small kitchen. I hoped the girls upstairs didn't hear the way I was treating their mother because. She was very understanding about my needs and encouraged me to masturbate as often as I needed to and even watched me do it. The problem was I found it harder to get aroused and turned to other things to turn me on, I tried wearing my wife’s clothing to wank in (and over) this worked for a while but I soon got bored, I was watching harder and more extreme porn on the internet when one day I found a bondage site which really turned me on, I never thought of myself as a sub but watching guys. The only time the harbor flushed was during a storm and the weather had been decentNeither one of them smelled good after the plunge.In the future, the near future, islanders were going to die because of the water.She had no intention, the thought of helping him out of the water never crossed her mind. The wharf had steps cut in every so often, he made his way to a set and slopped up the steps. He untied the boat, fired up the diesel and putted out of the harbor and up the coast.Finding clean. The sound it made on her behind was like a whip being cracked, and the sting of it jolted her nearly upright. She cried out, “OH!”. And stood there gasping and wringing her hands in the air as if trying to shake off the pain. Then after a moment she lowered her hands. “I’m s-sorry for biting my nails, Sir,” she whispered…then bent over the chair again, pulled up her skirts and grasped the seat. It had been my intention to give her a full ten strokes, and by the sixth her behind was.