Her legs were spread, her nightgown pulled up to her waist. Her husband, the Reverend Dwight Garrison's unsightly bulging flab pressed into her abdome..., thrusting madly into his wife's vagina. What the Reverend didn't see was his wife's eyes. If he had bothered to look at her in the darkness, he would have seen tears gathering there --- the tears of unfulfillment. As usual, he was out of touch with her needs, her desires. Though he was an esteemed member of the community, his wife usually came. Aswe browsed the menu I noticed that Paula's face had gone white and I hearda very naughty word out of her mouth. I look at her and asked her what waswrong. She told me that two women from her office where here. I glanced atwhere she indicated they were sitting. There was two young women sittingat the table she indicated and it was very obvious to me that they weremore than just friends. I pointed that out to Paula and suggested that notonly were they highly unlikely to recognise her, they were. For this, you will pay, literally, with your ass.“You‘re getting a taste now. But, I must caution you. This is truly only a taste. Until you‘ve had a thorough strapping and felt the cane‘s delicious bite, you‘ll not have known what true submission to a woman‘s whip-hand can mean.“While it is true that most women lack the wish or capacity to discipline their man, some of us revel in your cries. We get moist at the thought of your submission and soaking wet at the sound of your sobbing.“Speaking. She was very young when she married her first husband, Gerald. He was a nice man but it was not to be for long as he got killed in a motorcycle accident only after 2 months of marriage. Clara was deeply depressed after that. For good 2 years she did not date anybody and then being out looking for a man, she got married once again, to a man named Stephen. Steve was again a good man but he was a very greedy person for money and spent most of his earnings uselessly. He did not care for his wife,.