After my wife left I actually began to get more out of my life. I didn't date. I'm not sure I still know how. I don't know if I have the patience for ...t. But I began to travel more. I love to travel but getting my wife to leave our home and go on a trip, unless it was to visit her family, required the assistance of several large men, crowbars, and at least one winch.Now I was free to travel at will. Even better, I was at last free to travel on my Harley.Life was just coasting along until almost. I can hear the bed creaking under the pull of her thrashing around and wonder momentarily if it was the best idea to leave her no freedom to move at all. The next time I strike her she begins to speak in long sentences of incomprehensible words that are all strung together. The blood from the wounds is trickling along the sides of her ass and gathering in tiny pools seeping into the bed below. She is crying hard when I drop the cane to the floor and sit on the edge of the bed. Her. One part of it being Abigail’s Wednesday night maintenance spankings.From the first Wednesday, following the night Abbie does not want to remember, the ritual begins. Knowing she needs this reinforcement, Abbie did not try to squirm out of it. Instead, the first week arriving home from work, Abbie kisses Tim and walks into the house ahead of him. Abbie walks upstairs and opens the door to Abigail’s room. Taking a deep breath, she walks to Abigail’s corner and places her nose against the wall.. Let me describe myself – height 5.8 inch, quite fair, average body and a dick large and thick enough to satisfy anybody.Days passed and my visit at their residence continued and we all used to have gr8 fun together. Our eye contact increased and whenever i got chance i used to stare at her bossoms, and whenever she was busy with something else i used to have a look at at her buttocks and went crazy at her. But i still didnt knew what exactly she thinks of me and always awaited for the right.