“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Chris and Jim are coming over after lunch tomorrow. They think we’re going to watch football, I think you might tic... that other box.” He grinned widely and went to his room, leaving me frozen in the hall.I woke the next morning feeling refreshed and envigorated, my senses acutely receptive. I had a few minor aches and pains, particularly my nipples from the biting sting of the clips, but overall I was still in a state of post-euphoric bliss. My wonderful. A few minutes later I heard her car start up and pull out of the driveway. ‘I guess I need to shower first’ I thought to myself and turned the water on. Once it was warmed up I got in and immediately started stroking my cock, replaying the events of the night before. The fullness of mistress’s cock buried in my ass was memory enough for me to cum almost immediately. Out of habit I shot my cum into my left hand and then poured it into my mouth, I swirled it around with my tongue and imagined. I average twenty to twenty-five serious discipline spankings per year, most of them occurring during the summer when I am with my guy friends from work more. The girls at my work don’t know Art spanks me, likely wouldn’t understand if they found out, but it’s never been a problem. It’s because of the antics with the girls at work I get spanked for the most.There’s one girl from work wanting to talk. Paula states it occurred to her that whenever she met Art, he’s never been mad at me. Never. .As I was lifting a wooden rail for the fence, he ran over to help me secure it. He banged up behind me on my right side, and instead of grabbing the rail on either side of me, his left arm and hand tried to grab it through my legs up into my crotch. His forearm pushed up into my balls and cock, making me gasp unexpectedly..."Whoops, sorry Mr. Lyons, I didn't mean that - hope I didn't hurt you.." he said with a wink...A WINK!! The k** just winked at me! What the hell did he mean by that?I.