Carefully lifting his feet up onto the sofa, she picked up the blanket and draped it over Stan's still recumbent form. He was snoring softly, and she ...miled, tenderly. She had plenty of time to get herself ready, and she could let Stan sleep a while longer. Besides, she just wanted to watch him.Stan woke up when he was shaken. He opened his left eye and peered to see who, what, where... "Oh! Hi, Anne. We must've fallen asleep... what time is it?" It's a quarter to seven, Stan. You'd better get. Then she would change into something comfortable, we would watch a little TV and then go to bed. Most nights we would make love and fall asleep in each others arms. Life seemed so wonderful.Sometimes if I felt like sex and she didn't, I would get her to talk about her job and then work the conversation around to her boss. Once she started talking about her boss, she would become aroused and we would end up making love. I knew that when she climaxed, she was thinking of him.We were married just. I picked up the rhythm a bit and she responded more. I sped up even more, and I could soon feel that she was on the verge of another climax. She threw her arms round me and lifted her bum off the pillow as I pushed in as hard as I could and with short, quick breaths she came again. She shuddered as she came, and held me so tightly she almost squashed the air out of me. It was a lovely sensation to feel her like that, and her climax lasted for some time before she started to relax again and I. “Do we need any more lectures on disciplines?” she asked. “No Ma’am”, I answered. “Better” She started whipping me, the pain spread and I cried out with pain. When she had given me 20 strokes, she stopped to let me relax. After a minute, she started whipping again. She caressed my bottom, feeling the heat and raised lines of welts left by the whip. She moved right side of the bed and started whipping again. She gave me a stroke across the place where buttocks and.