Punish it for giving me pleasure when I should only be focusing on yours. Burn my clit with a cigar, or a soldering iron. Or if you prefer, whip it wi...h the cane. Make it so that it hurts for days. So that I always remember whose joy and pleasure I should be focusing on."We did not need to tell Yukiko to go. She took off like a rocket:"Whip me, all over my body, with the whip, then with the cane. Afterwards, bend me over a table, tie me to it, or even better nail my tits to it. Then fist me;. I’ve told you how I feel that I have to fix things. I guess I have some sort of hero complex. I dream that knights in shining armor can be real, and I think I must become one when a woman is upset. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, I wind up looking foolish, I guess. Sometimes I feel like Don Quixote, tilting at windmills, in my case, thinking that I can dry a woman’s tears. It’s worth it, though, because sometimes, in some small way, I succeed. When I can watch a. “Not like that.” He took Emma’s hand and led the dazed girl back to the couch in the living room. She laid down on it without protest, still shaken from her orgasm. She couldn’t believe she had gotten off while being raped; had in fact had the biggest orgasm of her young life. What is wrong with me? She thought, frantically trying to re-establish control of herself. She failed miserably when Bob began kissing her again, running his hand up over her stomach to gently cup a breast. Emma. She’s just a very well kept forty-one. Appearance was always important to her.”“This is the first I knew about you being married before Maria and Sandy. What happened?” Ashley realized she made a mistake when she saw my face, bringing up all my wives at the same time. She was trying to find a way to back up when I spoke.“Short version, she traded up. Found someone higher up on the food-chain who made her a better offer and she was off like a shot. They married, divorced seven months later,.