What a waste.My husband went back to inspecting the packing on the 4x4 and finished off the bottle of wine so that by the time he fell into bed he was...asleep before his head hit the pillow. He was out colder than the fish he hoped to catch this weekend.I tossed, turned and nearly rubbed myself raw trying to expel my pent up frustrations until I finally fell asleep but what with seemed like a blink of the eye the alarm was going off and my husband was out of bed as if shot from a cannon.I. The spankings will take place on the bed. Then you will return to the corner after some aftercare for as long as told. If you need to write lines to reinforce why you were punished, you will do it at the desk.”While Abbie is not thrilled with having a distinct place for when she is bad, she is happy Tim has thought of this solution so other parts of the house do not become associated with her being spanked. She tells Tim she believes it is a good plan, and perhaps the room should be painted. There was no harm in that. Right? His address was simple to locate, it was in the more chic part of the city where starving artists, and sorrowful musicians roamed the streets. Store lights kept the streets alive, holding overpriced art, and overpriced souls. Everything looked so breakable in these parts, frail boned models, and glossy windows. Exposure. I finally reached my destination. A large warehouse sort of place, it screamed at me to turn around and go back home. This place was no. Slowly she starts to force that fucking log further in my ass. “AHHHHHHH!” I scream out. “It’s too big!! Please no more!”“Baby, this is the worse part! It’ll get better, trust me!” She says as she continues to push that anaconda further in. “God I can barely get halfway inside of you! You’re just so fucking tight!” At this point, I’m panting for air as sweat starts to drip from my forehead. She holds that beast inside of me and leans her weight on top of me. I can feel those large breasts.