You’ll be wondering whether that means that I’ve also asked Em to marry me. The short answer to that is ‘No, not yet’. There is though a longe... answer. About six weeks ago, at the end of May, Daisy was invited to be a flower girl at a cousin’s wedding. It was the first time that I had received an invitation to such an event as Emily’s ‘significant other’ – Daisy of course looked absolutely beautiful. I was given to understand that the family had enquired as to whether Jim ought to be invited,. He picked up his belt and folded it in half. "Don't you dare make a sound. If you do, the swats will get harder and go longer." And he drew his arm back and swatted direct across both cheeks, immediately leaving a welt. She jerked, but didn't make a sound. "Good slut. Taking the punishment you know you deserve. I told you we would beat you" and he handed the belt to the next man. They took turns swatting her bottom until it was almost purple. When her knees buckled, M was ready. He had already. “Did you know I was a dancer before I got a job with Randal?”Jake shook his head no, so she showed him. Using the bedpost as a pole, she danced and stripped for him. She was limber and had good rhythm to accompany her great body. Jake was as hard as trigonometry when she finally hopped up on the bed. She made a beeline for his dick but Jake had other ideas. He wrestled her onto her back and started playing homage to her body. It seemed like familiar territory because she could have body-doubled. Perhaps it was only the breeze from the open window. She reached for the light, but it had somehow moved. In the darkness she became concerned, as she was alone in the house and, well you know... She tried to find the flashlight in the night stand, and found an empty drawer.She again felt a touch on her cheek, familiar, familiar yet cool. More sense than physical. Almost as if... No, she said to herself, dead is dead. He's gone and he can't come back to me.Another light brush across her arm.