My Sally — maybe thinking of all my lectures about how she should meet other guys, play the field, etc., promptly accepted!Well, maybe it was my lec...ures (which I'd been emphasizing less and less as the weeks had worn on), or maybe she just thought Gregory Prescott was hot.Sally was very open about it. The date with Gregory was for a Friday night — normally our night together at my place. Sally simply called me on Wednesday and explained that she wouldn't be coming around.It seems she had a. Even though I always dreamt of being dominated like this, now that it was coming true, it was just too much to bear.“We’re almost there!” she shouted as we turned into a driveway. No other homes around for miles, just a lot of trees. We got out of the car and a very pretty but domineering looking woman approached us.My wife shouted, “You must be Miss Vee. This is my husband, or should I say slave.”Miss Vee demanded, “Why is he still dressed? No slave comes into my house fully clothed.”My wife. Dorothy just stood there naked. Shocked to see clothes her Aunt had made for her, destroyed. Ku-Klip went up looking down at her," Here wrap this apron around you and go into the cabin its going to be ok".She took the apron and wrapped herself in it tight. It was so big that it was able to cover most of her body. She went into the cabin and sat down at the table holding a piece of her former clothing. As she sat there she started to hear banging of the hammer and metal. She walked up to a side. By the fifth blow, Sandy was yelping with each swat and whimpering in expectation of the next. By the seventh blow the moist warmth rising toward my hand as it connected, was giving away the nature of her true reaction to this course of 'discipline'. When it was over, and she was standing before me again, eyes downcast."Thank you Master. For correcting me." Sandy said in a small voice, that nevertheless, held an excited undertone."I think Mom was distressed by having to witness this episode..