She asked me to lay naked to the middle of the bed, with two pillows under my hips, pushing my bottom up. She took the whip in her hand and moved to t...e left side of the bed. She was looking more beautiful. My cock again sprung out and become hardened. I heard the whip slice the air and a line of pain burned across my buttocks. The pain seemed to spread after a few seconds. As the pain started to fade I felt the second stroke, lower down my buttocks this time. I cried out. She whipped me. If for no other reason thanthat of sheer perversity, because it would've been the one that Marciaherself most preferred.I should have taken a full Xanax, she thought. If ever there was a "FullXanax Moment" meeting your ex-wife at the airport for the first time as awoman to tell her that the child she's flown halfway across the countryto bring home has run off and no one knows her whereabouts is certainlyit. The half Xanax she'd dry-swallowed upon arriving at the airport anhour earlier had. The Kings plan has worked perectly, he's feared and respected by Men and lusted after by hypergamous Women that are looking for the upgrade. He's free to do whatever he wants and he always gets the VIP treatment at all the bars, strip clubs, 5 star hotels and restaurants he goes to. It's been a year since the King first beamed down and he's done it all, he stays at 5 star hotels, he eats the finest foods, he drinks the finest alchohol, he fucks the hottest strippers, wives, barmaids, etc, etc.. All three of them had tears in their eyes so Daniel only nodded in answer and Jonathan, his father, continued. ‘Then we should honour him the way he would have wanted and nothing more: drink a glass of his favourite whiskey, dry our tears and remember all the good things he did. He wouldn’t have appreciated us mourning him. After that I have a letter from him that we should open. He gave it to me a few years ago, before he went into surgery, and said that it should be kept safe until he was put.