John from the picture completely.For Jan's post birth exam six weeks later, we scheduled with another doctor in another town. I was there with her thi... time, and made sure that she was not hurt. I think the doctor was a little surprised that Jan wanted me to stay in the room with her during the entire event. He did the exam, quickly I might add, told Jan she was fine, and left the room. His nurse was there and helped Jan get off the exam table and find her panties. Jan had worn a two piece. The angry red welts stood out in clear relief against the smooth, peach perfect pink globes. “ Ow! David! Why did you do that?" She was still laying across the desk. But looking back at him now, over her shoulder and struggling to rise despite her shaking legs and ragged breathing. Tears pricking her eyes from the unexpected burning pain in her buttocks. She had had no time to prepare herself. The shock and the burn of the blows had taken her breath. “ Warming your arse up for tonight. The next morning I heard the shower running. Minutes later she came into the room, wrapped in a towel. She looked as fresh as a croissant, but when I asked her to have breakfast with me, she simply apologized and started dressing.Ten minutes later she was gone.The pictures arrived three days later.I was back at my office when I found them in my e-mail inbox. The sender had used a no-reply address. The message was very simple: "Bruce," it said. "You hurt the sweet thing badly."There was no name. She got there at about 6 that evening and looked absolutely gorgeous. I started to feel a wetness between my legs, that kind of made me feel weak in the knees. This was my best friend that I was thinking about in this way."Nicole!", she said in an aggravated tone, "You need to get it together, now come on we are gonna go out tonight and have lots of fun. I have something that I wanted us to try later, too."This had my curiosity "What are we gonna try later?" Let's just say, I want you to see.