" I pull up a stool and begin. She is screaming into her gag. Her ass is red and must feel as if it is on fire. I stand and look her in the face. "Are...you learning not to text?" Through muffled cries, she's trying to say "yes, yes, yes". "Good, but we are not done yet."I hold up the next implement. Its a wooden paddle with holes in it, like a sorority paddle. I take aim and begin. Throughout the whole time Sable is balling her eyes out. I stop and come to face her. "I think you are learning?". A very lame story but it was the best I could come up with. Very well she said but what about the pair of panties that were missing, not believing for one minute my made up story. I mumbled something about putting them in my pocket by mistake but that nothing unsavory had happened to them. Michelle frowned and suggested that I bring them back tight now. I went back and retrieved them, wondering what would happen next. When I returned, Michelle seemed in a more lighthearted mood and had even. We all just stayed in whatever we slept in until lunch. I felt better and I wanted to help with breakfast. I was assigned the duty of pancake flipper. Their stove had a big griddle in the center so I stood there with the mix in one hand and a spatula in the other and flipped pancakes. Margaret stood beside me and browned a bunch of link sausages. The Azees were ready to eat so I loaded up their plates first. The others helped themselves as soon as I flipped the flapjacks off the griddle.After I. She then kissed me hard and said that the prize for not touching myself in a week was that she had a challenge, she was going to ride my cock, and if she came before I did then I could replace the butt plug with my cock - this was another mind fuck, my wife had never entertained my many attempts at anal in the past. Then I realised how unfair this was as I was practically cumming again with the suggestion.She came to my rescue however and reached between us switching on the cock ring - this was.