I hole up in the den with my laptop and earphones. I catch up with work, and email, while listening to my blues. The sight of Kelly with another man, ...ust the sounds of their pleasure, are like an ice pick taken to my soul. The husbands who take pictures of their swinging wives, or videotape them, are space aliens to me. I don't understand a man who could willingly share his wife, or even images of her. What I don't understand tends to make me angry. I'm not pleasant when I'm angry, so guys. You're going to learn a lesson in obedience and self-control". I lower my eyes and bow my head slightly "Yes Master", I say quietly."Good. Now, what did I promise you last night?" Last night Sir? Uh?" What…did…I… promise…you…last…night?" You repeat threateningly."Um, Sir, You … uh", my mind goes completely blank for a very long minute. "Oh. Right. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir", I finally come out with, after an unacceptable period.You look at me coldly for a second,. Bradley stood and said nothing until the loudmouth ran out of steam. Then he said, “Denise came to this class by choice, I did not make her.”“But nakedness at school!?” her mother screamed.“It is actually for a college that is free for girls that go naked.” Mr. Bradley said.Her mother stopped in her tracks and said, “Free? If they go naked!? What kind of college is that?“A very successful one.” he said as Mr. Bradley rattled off some prominent people who had attended. Denise was astounded that. Now drop your pants and mount me.” I move between her legs to tease her clit but she has other ideas. She grabs my hair and pulls me up to kiss. “I’ve been looking for a place where I can have my wicked way with you since we started. I’m soaking with desire. Forget foreplay. Just make love to me.” In my eagerness I miss her tight pussy-hole and before I can re-try she remarks, “Sorry, that’s my fault for removing your landing strip. Let me guide you.” We both laughing like adolescent k**s..