But that was never a problem again, I suspect my boss (the owner) probably preferred the chance to spank me once in a while.Honestly, I liked the span...ings a little bit too. Before you ask, I’m not aroused by the pain; I’m not a masochist. But my husband can be such a wimp, especially since he lost his corporate position, that I enjoy having a man take charge of me. Not all of the time, or even most of the time.For the last 2 years nothing has changed about the spankings. Sometimes when I know. My lap was her saddle and she settled right in. We started slowly just getting a feel for the rhythm. With her hips wiggling and me thrusting we started a nice back and forth fucking each other ".Fuck yeah" I hissed as she ground on top of me, by this time my cock was buried as deep as it would go. The head of my dick was pressed way inside her and she started riding it a little quicker."Oh" she whispered, getting some steam up. I grabbed her hips and thrust deeper."Oh" she whispered. ”The afternoon was uneventful, in that nothing unusual happened, except that the police released the Chemistry building for normal use, under pressure from the university authorities. A memo was then sent around the university, announcing that Chemistry lectures and other meetings in the Chemistry building would resume first thing tomorrow. It ended by saying that some experiments would have to be reconsidered, if damaged by the explosion.The Robertson tribe gathered at the car park and drove. She had to lift her head up to meet his gaze. He was much taller than she first realised. ‘I’m Lucy,’ she answered, turning as red as the bottle of Rioja, which was next to the champagne. ‘Lucy, nice to meet you,’ Ben said in a cool transatlantic accent. He offered his hand to her, which she shook and then looked at Grace for some kind of support. Grace knew when to take her cue. ‘Glad you could make my party Ben, it’s good to see you again.’ Lucy’s heart sank a little. She was unaware that.