There was one chair and a sink and toilet in the corner. The grid pattern of the sun on my bed clearly represented bars, but I could tell that this ro...m was too fancy, if you can imagine that, too fancy to be a jail cell; certainly, it didn't look as sparse and forbidding as the cell I had occupied one night not too long ago. My nightgown did not look familiar; it looked more like a hospital gown.The place was noisy. I could hear a lot of yelling, indecipherable but loud, the slamming of heavy. His hand suddenly touched my bottom and massaged it gently. I felt a cooling relief and realized he was spreading an ointment on my flesh. "This will protect your skin," he whispered. Soon he finished and my buttocks felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever. Strangely, the first few blows felt good to me. I accepted them, relished them. I deserved this punishment, I thought. It was right. The paddle was thin and wide and covered a great deal more area than the strap of the previous night.. Walking back to where she lay I put the knife under her dress at the neck, and slashed downwards, cutting the dress in half, and baring her body. The slut had stopped wearing fucking undies ages ago, telling me that she felt they held her too tight. Why she didn’t buy a size fucking bigger was beyond me.Looking down ay her naked body I wondered what I ever fucking saw in her. the cow had gained well over fifty pound since we got married.I could hear her breathing levelling out, and guessed she. ”My dick was swelling and I was in a very uncomfortable position. It was growing in a direction that it could not grow and was getting painful. Lynn let go of my balls, took my cock and pulled it over so that it was comfortably growing down my left pant leg. She laid her hand on the top of it and just rested there.“I like the feel of your cock. It seems to be a nice one. If you are interested in more, all you need to do is ask.”With that she gently let go of my cock and slowly withdrew her.