After a couple of hours at the party and a few drinks later the host invited Doug & I to join him in one of the rooms. When we entered I knew what I w...s in for. There at the far end of the room was what I would describe as a wooden stock for holding a head & hands so one couldn’t escape. At the bottom was a small platform with bindings to hold an ankle or foot. Our host smiled at me and said he’s heard from Doug that I enjoyed physical pleasure. Smiling I said yes I did. He then asked me to. I’m close to completing my studies at school, so I can’t afford to quit my job now. You don’t give up when you’re close to the finish line, folks. What would be the point? Anyhow, the part of my job I hate the most is riding the elevator with all of these government worker types. Everyone is middle-aged, portly, dull and boring. They have endless conversations about cottages, and lament the fact that their idol Stephen Harper, Canada’s deeply Conservative and bigoted former Dictator-in-Chief. . . mmm . . . .’ *** It was late February when I saw her again. I had been reluctant to call Julie since my return, not sure of what to say. We had talked a few times over the phone during my ‘sabbatical,’ and the subject of my coming back had never really been addressed. And since I had returned to the vocation that Julie obviously had problems with, I was even more reluctant to let her know I was back. But that afternoon, as I sat at one of the outdoor stone benches in the Quad, fate seemed. This felt awkward and honestly a bit ridiculous, but then he supposed it was, a grown man asking his wife to spank him. At any rate, it was making his cock rock hard.Ten minutes later he made the long walk to the bedroom door. A stray gust of air on his erection could have made him come at that moment and he desperately tried to think of anything else.He knocked."Come in."Sarah was seated on the bed in her black boots, black bra and panties."Well Dan, this was all a bit unexpected, but it's not.