That resolution was sorely tested on the fourth and fifth strokes but only a strangled cry cut the stillness of the big room, followed by her feeble w...impering. Even before it landed she knew the sixth stroke would be the greatest test so far. From the corner of her eye she saw Lady Mathom raise the cane high above her shoulder and fix her eyes determinedly on the centre of the quivering buttocks. Jennifer clamped her eyes shut and waited. It came down with a dreadful hissing sound and bit. She obeyed, and bent over, giving her ass a sexy wiggle for him. He slapped her butt hard in return, and she whimpered. "Naughty girl" he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. Tears rolled down Sophie's cheeks, but she took it, knowing she would be rewarded. When he was tired of it, he positioned himself behind her. She turned her head and looked at him. "Fuck me like an animal you dog". Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her. "My oh-so-serious, soon-to-be-ex-wife was giggling.It didn't take long to get to my apartment, even with the stop for food. It certainly didn't take enough time to prepare me for what greeted me when I opened my front door.Gail."You really should hide a key somewhere different when you move," she said with a smile."You really should read the laws about entering without breaking next time you go to work," I replied. I stopped before I got the evening started on the wrong foot."Oh, hell," I said. ’ ‘Do you whip girls yourself, Mr. Smythe?’ ‘Well, er, as a matter of fact…..’ ‘We get whipped regularly. Could I have another cup of tea?’ They were joined by the United States. Probably Oklahoma. ‘Honey, you´re a sight for sore eyes. How much do you charge?’ Mr. Smythe blinked. ‘Charge for what?’ Dorinda asked. ‘Them whip marks. Mighty purty. I´d like to whip your ass.’ ‘You´ll have to see my owner for that,’ Dorinda clinked her handcuff. ‘I´m a slave.’ ‘Bit of a bounder, what!’ Mr. Smythe.