Then, when my dad died a couple of years ago, we talked at length. Since then, we’d talked a couple of times, mostly about her daughter and her scho...ling. I gave her some tips on goal setting and motivation that she said worked pretty well. Her family was dysfunctional. My family was dysfunctional. I guess this was the two of us trying to break that chain. Whatever it was, I liked it and felt good about being able to help.I found her driveway up a winding mountain road, almost hidden behind. The “fight” was over beforeit had even begun. Through my glazed eyes, I saw thatJulia calmly sat down on my living room couch andcasually began to hum to herself and thumb through amagazine, while I lay on the ground helpless andwrithing in pain. This bizarre scene went on for about three minutes,until I managed to recover slightly and get to myknees. Julia then walked over to me and helped me up tomy feet. She gazed into my eyes. She was calm, cool andserene. I was shaking with. He undoes my wrist ropes I moan as blood return’s the my hands and pins and needles set in .I feel the touch of cold metal on my left wrist and hear a ratcheting sound and metal enclosing my wrist same for my right and realize he’s handcuffed my wrists behind me.I call out I plead for him to let me go but all that comes out is intelligible mewing sounds.I feel the rope on my thighs released then something leathery on my left ankle strapped tight around it my ankle ropes then released before I. .. that you were too much of a man – too proud.... too MALE to want anything like that....but – I have to admit, the thought of it does turn me on – witnessing your absolutely total humiliation as my husband spanks you!’ Sheila looked at me. ‘You don't even LIKE David.....' Sheila stopped. Then a look of resolve? Disdain? I wasn't sure – came over her face. 'Then we need to find some way for you to end up over my husband's knee, don’t we? Hmmm?’ She raised her eyebrows ‘So that I can watch him.