He immediately told me that he is going to Nagpur only to be with me and has no plans to meet a friend or anything. He saw me going into the shower ea...ly in the morning and figured that I am going somewhere since that is what most of the students do on Sunday. So he followed me and wants to spend the whole day with me. I could not say anything and immediately made up a story and told him that I was going to meet some relatives in Nagpur and that he cannot come with me. He then started telling. Perhaps she is willfully playing the part. Perhaps, you think, because of some combination of vanity and arousal, she eagerly volunteers to be beaten and humiliated for your pleasure. But if you believe that, you do not know who she is. She volunteers to be beaten not to stimulate your fleeting and involuntary lusts, but because there is no limit to the desperation in her heart for your love and respect. If in your blind, indiscriminate stupor of arousal you cannot see her for who she is, you. I don't do it for him. I do it mainly for myself. Once in a while I have to indulge. It is like the need to plunge into a shimmering pool on a scourging day. Like the soothing balm on a parched skin. A cooled can against a sweaty brow.You get it, I'm sure.It is my escape from yawning boredom. It saves my life. And George's, my husband's, for that matter. So in the end, I guess I do it for him, too. In a way.But yes, it can't last. I push myself closer to disaster with every step. The lusting. He felt the cloth of her robe brush away from him, and then her gloriously soft skin was touching his, her body was pressed back against him, and she was squirming as his hands roamed over her. He turned her so she was on her back, leaning over her to kiss her mouth, his tongue probing between her lips, his hand moving back to a breast to tweak and pinch the nipple. He let his lips trail softly over her cheeks and found her ear, nibbling gently and blowing lightly before letting them travel.