She told me that I would only get a blow job. That wasn’t how I wanted things. I wanted to spank her ass when, how, where, and as often as I liked. ...he shouldn’t be the one “controlling” the sex in our marriage, deciding if and when we have sex based on her mood. I was the husband. I was the “head of our house”. It was about time I got a little bit of what I wanted out of this relationship.The little bit of alcohol (enough that I could feel it, not enough to make me drunk) helped to unlock. I'm a senior this year."Britt said, "Chad is a senior. I'm a junior but will graduate this year so we can go to college together after we're married."Janice's eyes went wide. "You two were in the paper, the hero and his lady!" Britt and I both blushed. She said to Janice softly. "We try not to make too big an issue about that. Chad is the hero. I was just stubborn."I grinned. "She still is, too."Britt said, "It's tough having to change schools in your senior year."Janice said, "My brothers went. "And indeed, when you hear of tales about Simon, it's understandable why some women think like that. He was a drinking buddy of mine and as we used the shortcut through the woods he would always need a pee at the same place; by the oak at the side of the path, looking out over the fields with his head resting on the branch of the tree while his bladder was drained. It was his routine.Until the farmer erected a new fence. A new electric fence. His howls echoed around the valley, his tortured cry. There was no other way around it. I stepped out of my trousers and Istood there in all my glory in my pantie girdle and stockings. Juliasaid to Pamela that she'd told me to wear my girdle as she thought Imight get this far.Pamela undid the side fastening of the girdle and held it out for me.She positioned it correctly before doing up the myriad number of hookand eye fastenings before finally zipping it up. Looking in the mirror,the waist cincher gave me a defined waist and the girdle did a.