I also told him about that challenge from Patsy to the other three of us wives at that second party, Anita, Jodie and me. I didn't tell him that it ...was Jodie, my friend upstairs who lost and who then with Patsy's second dog, mirrored her every action, a suck of its dong, a fuck, another suck this time to completion. Naturally he wanted to know, everything about it all, how attractive was Patsy and the other woman (Jodie)? what did our husbands think? So I explained that none of us was. A little voice in her head told her that she was being unreasonable, that she was pushing her luck, that Georgia was her only friend and that she shouldn't risk their friendship for any man and so she promised to herself to listen to that voice and pack her things and leave the next morning.His footsteps warned her that he was coming in the living room and she braced herself for another fight."Morning", he said and he ran his hand through his black hair."Morning", she replied and she went in. In the corner of the room was a burgundy tub chair, I walked towards it and sat down. “Take your clothes off first,” Michael told me. I stood up and began to undress. Michael fell back onto the bed, and as I undressed, he sat on the corner of the bed and slowly masturbated. I stood there, approximately two metres in front of him, embarrassed. “Now sit down,” Michael told me. Michael stood up from the bed and allowed his robe to fall from him. He walked towards me, his proud erection leading. She hated being spanked, found no lust in it, and didn’t enjoy the stinging in her bottom at all. For her the fact she would be unable to sit easily for at least a couple of days was an additional humiliation. Becky was more relaxed. She accepted discipline was a part of everyday life and society was better off for it. Gone were the days of a ‘slap on the wrist’ for committing an offence. She wouldn’t go out of her way to get punished as it did hurt so much, but if she was disciplined then at.