.. !!, No... !!" Over and over she screamed that one word as she hurled herself at me, wrapping me in her arms.I tried to shake her off, tried to tell...her to stop, but it was too late, the rhythm of the whip was broken, and with it went my consciousness.I don't remember what happened after that, I remember being conscious, I remember the pain when Chris held me, remember even my clothes feeling painful against my skin, but what happened, what was said, I have no idea. The first clear memory was. .. spanked me! I’m so humiliated.”“You should be.” Was her flippant response.“And look at you! You’re almost naked. I never thought you’d let anyone treat you this way. Look at you!” I looked her up and down. She was completely flat chested, no sign of any tit-flesh. But her nipples were engorged, begging for attention. I looked down from her flat chest to her lacy thong, which was pulled tightly into her cleft. It was clearly drooling. And I noticed for the first time something that she. ..My wife and i were on a weekend away when we had a drive around the local countryside, the weather was warm with little breeze, i was in shorts and t shirt my wife in a short thin cotton summer dress, while driving around i had the aircon on in the car which caused my wifes nipples to poke through the thin cotton. After a while we found a car park in the country near to some woods so we parked up and decided to take a walk. we locked the car looked at the map at the entrance to the woods and. " I had to think for a while because of my lack of knowing icecream flavours and combinations so then I just said the first flavour that came into mind from when I use to have icecream at home when I was alittle younger with my brothers and sister, "vanilla icecream with chocolate syrup please?" And with that the waitress left.As I spooned the icecream into my mouth slowly I found myself keep stealing glances at the guy behind the counter until I was through, I looked at my watch and it was now.