‘Ready for the next one?’ he asked again. ‘Just a moment please, let me give it a rub.’ Again he took off the handcuffs to allow me to massage...my sore bum. I was asking myself, ‘How can something so painful give me such joy?’ I found myself giggling as I took up my position and took hold of the back of the sofa and stuck my bottom out again. Oh God, this is the riding crop – the first one must have been the cane. Another swish, another line of molten fire, fiercer and more concentrated then. Let me tell you about Mary. She matured physically very early, was kind of a big girl, but pretty with large tits. She always had older boyfriends and had a reputation for being a little wild. She had been the first person to turn me on to pot. She also had a boy friend who was away at college. Her mother knew nothing about how wild she was, and was kind of strict but not to smart if you know what I mean. So the first afternoon that I gave her a ride home after school, she asked if we could. Certainly the only one that I had found.What set it apart was the severity of the corporal punishment. Not the patty cake playful of the loving wife who was loathe to ‘hurt’ her beloved by ‘spanking too hard’. Such squeamishness wasn’t in evidence at the disciplinary wives site.The punishments that were described often as not brought the husband to very real tears. Spankings - and canings - left husbands and boyfriends in fear of their wife or girlfriend. Welts endured for days and, with a. Usually Taylor was the more aggressive between the two of them, the cut-throat business-woman who got what she wanted, when she wanted it. But in this situation, with Karlie, she felt out of the water, and Karlie used that expertly, taking the reins and holding them tightly. Taylor had to admit that this side of her friend aroused her to no end.When she faced the model again she saw her on her feet, the coat falling from her shoulders. She wore a simple, low-cut white top that clung to her.