It was my abusive ex who, when he had too much to drink, would tear my clothes off and spank my ass with a rolled-up newspaper. To him, it was a form ...f foreplay. For me, it was a heavy dose of pain and humiliation. After we divorced, I started to miss it. I couldn’t understand why, but I needed it.The stinging blows to my ass were making my eyes cloud up with tears, but my pussy was feeling arousal beyond belief as I was writhing in both pain and pleasure. I winced at each blow but waited. When I used the feeling, not what I saw, I was able to avoid all your hits.” Jimison explained to her.Difina’s eyes went wide as she nodded then closed her eyes. While her eyes were closed her face suddenly registered shock. “My mate? Is it really that easy?”“Let’s find out,” Jimison said as he assumed a defensive stance. Difina nodded as they started to move faster, all that were outside the room were wide eyed as the two seemed to vanish. The thing was though, they could still feel them, plus. My heart stopped, and my blood ran cold. All I could say was, "yes mistress."Mistress Heather hopped up and clapped as she cheered, "Oh boy! We are going to have fun tonight!"They both left me kneeling in the dining room waiting as I could hear muffled voices in the kitchen. I couldn't quite make out the third voice but had the distinct feeling it would be a man. I heard plenty of giggling for half and hour then someone came into the room and set the table. Before they left the room I felt. His smile was easy, his manner relaxed and despite the fact that he demanded the very best from his students, he remained a person, not an aloof professor. He was a man one could get to know, admire, respect and with whom she could feel comfortable conversing.She had stopped after class one day to ask for clarification on one of the points he had made in class. Each recognized at the same moment the special attraction between them for they, simultaneously, deflected their glances, after eyes.