“Permission to cum master?” He quickly said.“Denied” was the immediate reply. “You must learn control, and I’m going to help you with that...shortly, you no longer have control of how, when or where you cum. That control now rests with any dominant that sees fit to allow you that privilege. “ Master collected some of Andys precum on his finger and smeared it on Andys lips.The words sank in and caused Andy concern “any dominant”? There were more than just the master? Master had quickened the pace. . except for that pesky local busybody rancher!Entirely too pleased with my own cleverness, I smugly shuffled back off to bed and Phyl did pretty much the same. Together, but separately, we dreamt the dreams of the righteous and virtuous, certain that we’d thrown a pretty hefty monkey wrench into the plans of our unknown enemies ... but that was a self-deceiving illusion and more than a little bit of wish fulfillment.I slept late that Sunday morning, then lingered about in bed reading, basking. They had been married for several years, and to them both it seemed like little things would get under each other's skins and build until there was an argument, followed by the bad moods, then the apologies, the make-up sex... It was all a cycle. They liked the up part of the cycle, but it seemed to go hand-in-hand with the down part. That is, until Amanda ran across an article on the Internet talking about maintenance spankings. At first, she was incredulous about the idea, but the idea. The phone brought her out of her daydreaming, ‘Hello,’ she said, ‘Hi honey it’s me,’ said Sam. ‘I was just thinking about you,’ Sandra said to the love of her life. ‘Is everything all right?’ Sam asked. ‘Yes, I’ve just missed you that’s all,’ she said. ‘Yeah, me too,’ Sam said, ‘ hey I won’t be home this week-end like I had planned, some problems came up and it may be a couple of weeks before I can get there.’ ‘Oh, honey not again,’ Sandra, said very sadly. In the background she could hear.