Whilst the lighter spanks landed Dale did manage to look sideways and saw that Mary was kicking her legs whenever the hard spanks landed, and she also...saw one of the men kicking his legs and squirming around on his doms lap with the hard spanks, whilst he was able to relax more with the lighter spanks. She did smile to herself wondering whether the grandpa had a stiff erection as he lay across his doms bare thighs or whether it had shrivelled up as the heavy spanks landed. It wasn’t long,. "I really love my wife," I said, "I just figure it's about time she finds out what that means."-=-The change to my personality that week was not at all subtle. Brenda's fiction was full of arrogant men who demanded what they wanted from women and got it. But, there was no primer on how to get from point A to point B. If this was going to play out, I was going to have to learn my role. To my own ears, my dialogue sounded trite and contrived. But, it seemed to have the desired effect. At first,. Why did he run over to help her? Didn’t he want to get rid of the pesky nosy social worker? What was wrong with him? Just last week he even took her coat to the dry laundry. It was unintentional. He was rummaging through his overfilled laundry basket for something to wear when he pulled out a coat that was a few sizes too small for his frame. He realized that it had belonged to that nosy social worker. She must’ve used it to shield him from the rain when he had fainted. Yet what she had done. " He watched as she processed this and then slowly complied. Circling her, he observed her closely, noting her that her breathing was shallow and fast and that she was trembling slightly. He tapped her sharply under the chin. "Head up, little one. Keep your eyes on the floor." Finally satisfied with her posture, he moved away to a nearby chair, watching her closely. Several long minutes passed as he studied her. She felt frozen in place, unable to move at all under his steady gaze."Come here,.