Sophie counted the final stroke and remained in position, waiting for permission to rise. “OK, Sophie, into the corner, hands on head. I will give y...u five minutes of recovery time before the final part of your punishment.”“Oh, you are so very kind, Sir. Thank you.” The sarcasm was back.“If your attitude does not improve, you will find yourself getting twelve strokes of the cane.”“Please, Sir, no.” She did mean this; the sarcasm was gone.I spent the next five minutes staring at a very red and. .in there.’ Mrs. Peters gestured towards to the sitting room at the back of the house. Edward put down his briefcase and moved towards to door. As he entered he saw his wife sitting on a chair, staring out of the French windows to the garden beyond. ‘Alice…darling, what’s the matter? Mrs. Peters said…’ She turned toward him and he saw the unmistakable signs that she had been crying. With a crack in her voice she asked him, ‘Don’t you know?’ ‘Know? Know what?’ She gestured towards the table. He. Looking back, it’s funny how we thought our problems then were stressful… And I suppose they were, in their own way. But I digress, here is my memory: It was a beautiful summer day. The weather was temperate and the sun was bright but not glaring. A slight breeze made the ends of Resa’s hair dance as we walked through the park. We had been pretty playful the whole day, what with me rubbing her back and tickling her when she least expected, and I was sure we’d both noticed the change in our. Her tongue and throat were working steadily massaging and squeezing my cock as she moved up and down. After a few minutes of this action from both of us Alex swung around looking a bit like a wild creature with her hair disheveled and saliva dripping from her mouth and down her chin. Following a big sloppy kiss on my mouth she pulled back and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have never been able to do that before and I owe a big chunk to your encouragement”.“Truly Alex, I’m the one who.