She told me that depended on what kind of lovers I prefer. “Just don’t name it after one of us. We are going to be much bigger pains in your ass t...an that plug,” she said as she hit me again between the crack. This time without the plug, the wood crushed my anal rim, and I felt like my asshole was swelling up.“I can’t wait to hear your punishment idea. I hope it is a good one. I’ve so many delicious fresh horrors to introduce you too,” Ann promised me. She straddled the paddle under her. The slap and command woke him from his sweet dreams, and he got down to business, tongue flicking steadily.He felt his wife tug him from behind and whisper loudly in his ear as she counted down his penalty in synchronized lashes.Oh, what a lovely punishment, he thought as he served his sentence, with this ultimate goal in mind, and his cock swelled with anticipation.He slowed down each lash, to prolong the punishment he must endure. He licked everywhere under her hood, to her sides slipping his. He had an eager smile on his face as he grabbed a pair of plates from the kitchen.“Someone's hungry,” I grinned. “Work up an appetite playing video games?”He swallowed. “Er, yeah, Mom.”He had no idea that I knew what he was doing up there. It was so fun teasing him. “So, was it hard?”“Hard?” he gulped.“The video game? I bet you had to work at it really hard and fast to reach the level's climax.”His eyes widened. “Climax?”“Isn't that what you call it when you reach the end? The climax? I bet. It was Mel, the absolutely sweet Canadian who ran Miss Sinn’s North American office. I didn’t know her that well but every time we have recently talked I have become more and more impressed by just how lovely she is.God knows what the subject of conversation had been, but Mel observed, “While there are a lot of things you can enjoy virtually, champagne is not amongst them.”Oddly enough, Hoffy blushed at that comment, and even more so when Miss Sinn added, “Don’t think we are lushes, Mel. This.