" Well, seeing as you like them so much, you can keep them on while I punish you."(You are secretly relieved; spanking is one thing, but on a bare ars... it leaves marks, which might be noticed in the gym.) Unfortunately, this is not the end of it. I take the glass of white wine, half-drunk, that you have been indulging in while masturbating, and pour it over your upturned bottom, wetting the new silk panties."Noooh, please don't spank me in wet knickers, it hurts more," you whimper."You should. Then again, your first husband was a bugger, your second preferred torture to coupling, and your third was a sweet, pliable lad who shared your favors with me and your own brother, among others. Marriage by the book was never in the cards for you,” I proposed my own kind of marriage to Margaery Tyrell now.“You just want me for my castle!” Margaery teased me as I smacked her sleek and luscious bottom.“The castle is reason enough, but these buttocks are very fine motives. And the more I think. "I'm Dr. Halden and Ms. Kayla's attorney." Angela began."I'm not here to sue you or threaten you," began the man rather uncomfortably. "I'm here because of what you've done for Granny."I must have had a puzzled look on my face because he looked at me strangely and continued. "Granny was dying of cancer, it had spread all over her body and the doctors told us that she only had a few weeks or months left to live." Yet when we took her to the hospital after the accident, she was already doing. Go take your shower. God, you’re horny!” he laughed, still in a whisper.“Fine!” she whispered back.She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and turned on the water to let it get hot. Then she went to her room and picked out some clothes and underwear, laid them out on the bed like she always did, and headed to her bathroom. As she stepped into the shower, she saw her mom heading to the master bedroom. Luckily Sarah didn’t notice the bathroom door was open a little. Instead, she just went.