I had to read Mistress a story i had written. I had to read it whilst bent over a storage chest raising my bottom as high as possible into the air. A ...election of canes were placed to one side and with a shiver i began the story.I could see Mistress choose a cane as i nervously started reading. "Louder" , she called , as the first stroke landed. A swish followed by a thud and intense pain took my breath away. I upped my volume, but the strokes kept coming. I tried to thank Mistress for my. After a time he settled his body to face forward with a sharp wince, and the knife lowered to lie in his hand against his denim covered thigh. About five miles up the road he told her to turn off on a side road and as they travelled further and further into deep countryside the feeling of dread hardened in the pit of her stomach, and the taste of bile rose in her mouth. ‘Please….let me go….I promise…’ ‘Shut up I don’t want to hear your voice….just drive.’ Eventually after about half and hour he. I knew this was going to cause a lot of friction and went and sat on the toilet. My plan was to play stupid and innocent. Nothing really happened but it almost did. If Lana had come home ten minutes later, all hell would have broken loose.I was a little scared and tried to settled down. Lana entered our room as I was exiting the master bathroom. She looked pissed and I acted concerned and confused."Hi Honey, how was your day, is everything Ok?" I asked innocently."Hi Greg honey, everything was. ‘What are you doing?’ Anna asked just a little surprised. She knew she had made mention of the bathrooms but never expected him to act on it. Eric locked the door so no one could interrupt them. ‘Just this,’ he said grinning, and then taking her face in his hands he kissed her. This time the kiss though just as gentle as the first had an urgency to it, and both grew excited at the possibilities of someone catching them in the ladies bathroom. ‘I’m not really into the quickie in the bathroom.