For normal guests at the cottage, there was no evening meal but as Stuart was not a 'normal' guest Hannah was going to be cooking for him. As they wer... eating that evening Hannah informed him that they would be having a visitor a bit later."Bridget broke an item of crockery earlier and she needs to be punished," said Hannah to a surprised Stuart."I have told her to be back here at eight o'clock and that you will tawse her bare bottom."Stuart was already sexually aroused just by being in the. “No, thirty minutes is fine,” I said.She smiled and said “Good. In the meantime, I’m going to take a shower. You can do the dishes from yesterday.” And with that, she walked towards her bedroom.I went to the sink and tried to ignore the cramping in my gut, as well as my stretched asshole. Shortly after I started the dishes, however, Cara came over and stood next to me. I stopped cleaning for a moment, but Cara told me to keep working.She seemed fascinated by my swollen belly. She poked at it. Checking in as Mr. and Mrs. Michael Thomas made my new wife delirious. Our bellperson (Sadie) opened the door, I picked JR up and she brought in our luggage. Holding her with a single arm I gave a tip and asked to hold our calls for at least three days.“Yes sir, Mr. Thomas.”We made love over and over, only stopping for a shower or food brought to the room. The third morning, I was looking at my laptop. We had all kinds of “Congratulations” messages, but I was more interested in looking at our. I feel myself physically lifted off the ground. I didn't hear any sound. No pop, no bang and no explosion. Just the overwhelming pain and I'm in the air once again, just like I was back in New Orleans, oh so long ago. The pain made it difficult to think of anything beyond its searing sting. I feel myself hanging in mid-air, halfway between rising and falling, simply waiting for gravity to finally call for me. My arms flailed behind me as my body started to descend. I've got no contact point so.