Like a child I ducked behind the steering wheel in hopes she wouldn’t notice me. My thoughts reverted back to that night again and how well we conne...ted, without really ‘knowing’ me she knew me better than my own wife. She was confident in herself, not only did she know how to please a man (very well I may add) but she knows what she wants. I wish I had this in my life, my wife would barely let me touch her, never mind giving me direction or god forbid being the aggressor for a night. I managed. Hanging there naked, unable to move except when the force of their whips stuck me, my body was the playing field for their game.“Beat him,” Rebecca shouted as she thrashed my back harder and harder. I could imagine the thick red welts her cat must be raising on my back. “Make him bleed,” Jacqui said, snapping her finely braided single-tail at my chest so it whistled and popped when it struck. My grunts quickly turned into whining cries. “Oh, please stop. Mercy, Mistress. Please stop.”“No. "I went into the kitchen with her dinner. It took me a couple of minutes to find the plates and utensils. I found some Coke Zero in the refrigerator, and not much else. I guessed that she ate out a lot, or had a lot of dinners brought to her. For a moment, I wondered how many sex toys she had?By the time I brought dinner out, she was sitting at a small two-person dining room table. I stood behind her and watched her eat. I wondered how she would let me know if she wanted more Coke Zero?After. "That slap would need to be of a particular force that, in the first place, was 'controlled'. It could not be delivered in the heat of the moment. No, no, no, no. Not at all. Things done 'in the heat of the moment', should, by definition, be 'hot'. Therefore, we would also NOT be talking about some kind of ad hoc, 'Oh I just felt like it' kind of punishment. That is covered next year in Spanking 201, but if you are unsure of this definition, please take a look at Ms. Dysaght's third year.