Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, ...he air whistling through the holes.Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.Crack!"Holy shit!" Gardenia gasped."Wrong!" I barked. "What do bitches say?" I don't know," the slave wailed.Akane licked Gardenia's face and whispered in her ear, "You should have said, 'Thank you, Madam, this bitch needs nineteen more spankings.' You count. I was about to break not only the vows of my marriage but I was also going to duck my own daughters friend.She walked in, she had my bath robe on loosely tied at the waist, the towelling material didn't meet in a V at the knot. The edges of her breasts showing , her navel, and the jewel in her crown, the opening between her legs."I used the fcuk gel, yours?" She questioned."Yeah, had it a while, I only use it if I was going out " I replied nodding.She straddled my legs, sitting on my knees, and. I had to hand it to the Europeans they know how to travel – well at least for those who are willing to cough up the extra money for the upgrades. The winter train ride through Italy and France was spectacular, especially in the mountains, but sometimes I was saddened that I had no one to share it with – that comes from a long relationship where you are good friends as well as lovers. Kate would have loved the trip. Sadly it would never happen.On the overnight from Milan, I lay in my compartment. I knew full well it was wrong and I didn't need a constant reminder of that fact. As long as no one else found out what we were doing I was pretty sure the moral consequences alone weren't enough to stop me, so what good was worrying about them going to do?Before too long I felt the familiar sensation of impending orgasm. Kristin knew what she was doing well enough that I couldn't hold back much longer, nor did I want to."M'gonna cum," I whispered.She didn't say a word, but as I started cumming.