It bounces but I chastise my clumsiness. I must stop thinking about Romilly. I really must.*It was her manner and sexy voice that changed my mind abou... her. Husky from too many cigarettes, coupled with the most seductive Parisian accent, her chirpy hellos and friendly disposition charmed everyone. Including me. I quickly acknowledge that my first impressions were wrong. Romilly may have looked false but she was anything but. She was, in fact, brutally honest and not afraid to speak her mind –. .. She had given her husband a license to whip her ass until she asked him to stop? Was she nuts? "No," she told herself. She was teaching Joe a lesson. She knew she wanted him to spank her harder when they were playing. She had to teach him what that meant. "Yes, Joe. Don't stop until you hear me say 'Uncle.'" He laid his belt against her ass and she closed her eyes. The belt disappeared and then a moment later, landed hard on her ass. It was a good first effort, enough to make her go "Ooh!". He feels challenged by her, challenged to see if he is man enough to do this. Carrie’s long, dark hair is splayed out across her back and she jerks wildly below him almost as if she is going to climax.She is and undoubtedly it is because of his power over her. Her neck is absolutely taut and the color is rising in her face like nothing he has ever witnessed before. She slaps against the bed and grunts as best as she can and shoves her ass hard back against him so that Robert is literally. She's going to wear the new hot black leather skirt again for me to serve her and be punished.As I get undressed about seven o clock, I begin to shower in the bathroom because Liz is going to arrive between eight and eight-thirty. I begin to think about the spanking I'm going to get over her leather-clad lap. I begin to get a hard-on but Liz specifically told me she wants the best out of me and doesn't want me to jack off the day she comes because she wants me at my best. As I finish showering,.