Again I pulled out a small gift of pearl earrings from my pocket and that was a second gift. I could see gleam in her eyes (first gifts from husband)....And we talked again. Still recall it was 3 in morning and we were half lying. She was couching on the bed and I was resting on her lap.All this while I was thinking on how to start ( at least a Kiss) Finally (still shivering) I sat down and pretended to put my hand in pocket and said “ one more last gift for you” she said smiling “what more now”. She dragged the tip of the crop over Tom's bare flesh, occasionally and without warning using it to give him a sharp spanking slap with it. She didn't forget the tender soles of Tom's feet, or the places around his neck that came frighteningly close to his face. She did not have to lecture him on his misbehavior or disobedience, as she had done in the early stages of their discoveries about each other's sexual preferences. Both now knew that the punishment and cleverly controlled pain were an. This set of interviews was turning out to be a right pain in the ass. I looked at my list of names and saw that I had one left for the day, and I wasn't holding out hope that this person would shine or be any better than the others I had interviewed. I looked at the name on the sheet; Gabrielle Davidson. It seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I paid this no attention. I had been in teaching for a while now, names repeated themselves and often seemed familiar to me. I glanced briefly over her. I had soup literally poured into the cove of her belly. Not that she was grossly thin or anything, but I made her hold her stomach in. I lapped it all up with my tongue. It was a little chilly, because I didn’t want to scald my bitch’s skin. Once I was done with my lunch, I brought her back into the bathroom and used a hot, high-pressure hose to clean her down. When I aimed it at her clit, her knees literally buckled, so naturally I had to tie her down to the island counter I had built for this.