I pushed my hot shaft a little inside. She moaned in pain and held my back very hard. Her finger nails clutching my back. Her vagina was really tight,...I could see tears in her eyes.I pushed a like hard and she yelled in pain and started crying. I placed my lips on her lips in order to supress the noise. I started slowly pushing my penis inside. I could feel the warm wet walls of her vagina grip my penis. It was an exprience like never before. I pushed a little hard and she yelled for the last. Honestly, I liked the spankings a little bit too. Before you ask, I’m not aroused by the pain; I’m not a masochist. But my husband can be such a wimp, especially since he lost his corporate position, that I enjoy having a man take charge of me. Not all of the time, or even most of the time.For the last 2 years nothing has changed about the spankings. Sometimes when I know I am running late I will take a couple extra minutes and put on something extra sexy. I’ve never told my husband about the. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "Get your hands out of my panties you pervert!"I jerked them out. "I'm sorry, you were jumping around. I didn't do it on purpose."She harrumphed and we started dancing again. It was soon obvious that having my hands on her hips wasn't going to work, because they invariably slid inside the waistband of her panties, or drug them down around her hips. All I touched was the sides of her hips, but I knew where my hands were and that was the closest to a real live. However, the questions, which no doubt would havebeen voice rather loudly, stopped long before they could exit mymouth. Instead, I looked over at the closed door of the room for amoment, then nodded before looking back at him."What's going on?" I asked in a voice barely above conversationvolume. Surprisingly, I wasn't totally stunned to hear my tone washigher than I was accustomed. Years on the job had given me theability to compartmentalize my emotions and operate strictly from apoint of.