As he passed my knees I reflexively bent my knees causing my skirt to slide the rest of the way up and leaving my laying there completely exposed to h...m. I was thankful for two things. First, that he had laid me down on the stage sideways so that none of my friends could see up between my legs. Second, that I had taken care to trim myself. I had been worried about looking neat for our wedding night, but now I was just thankful that I looked neat for this strange man. The thought caught. I flinched with pain, my ankles rising a bit from the table, but I dare not whimper. My ass cheeks were stinging and growing hotter with each caress. Master paused for a moment, and then he changed hands, coming around so that I could see him behind me. He looked blankly at me, and I pleaded with my eyes for forgiveness. I only wished to please him, but the whipping was his way of showing me his love. I knew that he cared for me.CRAAAACK!The last blow is always the hardest, so that I may know. Mine bribed me with sweets.”“Well, I don’t know about Michelin stars but this is amazing. I always feel inspired by eating with you.”She made a snorting sound while taking another spoon of soup. “You are a good cook but you tie your own hands by not going out more. Traveling and eating are mana of the soul for a chef.”“I’m not a chef, just a cook. I’m more like your nana who never left the farm.”“Ah my nana, lord rest her soul. You would have loved her cooking.”“I can taste echoes of it in. She gasped. The pleasure made it difficult for her to not lose complete control. “Oh Brad, can you remember that first night as clear as I do?” “We hadn’t even made it into your flat and you had already pulled my breasts from my bra and sucked on them, making me go weak at the knees.” “Do you know what I am doing now? I’m massaging my naked breasts with my hands. Oh god, it feels good. I don’t think anyone’s hands will ever fit my breasts quite like yours. Those perfect size sexy, manly.