”“And you, June, are OK with what July is saying.”“Well yes. I've already accepted July's generous offer … assuming that that is what you wa...t, Bob. You do want to fuck me, I hope. I don't think that I could stay here if you didn't want to or wouldn't.”“Of course he wants to fuck you. I've seen it in his eyes often. He's just scared to admit it to me or to himself. I'm right, aren't I Bob?”“Of course I'd like to fuck you June, but I would feel guilty afterwards. July and I have been faithful to. I looked at her. She was still a fine looking blond, 5'6" tall and about 110 pounds. She had a body most women would kill for. I could see her developing tummy. She was about 5 months pregnant and starting to show.It wasn't my baby. I had been overseas for a year.I was watching them, waiting for them to lie down and start fucking. Then I'd make my move.It was just three weeks ago. I was lying in a hospital bed in Germany where they were trying to save my foot. We were returning to our base. I picked up the cane and walked towards her.Without warning I swung the cane hard onto her left arse cheek, leaving a livid red welt. She struggled to stop a groan from escaping her lips, her body jolted forward in response to being hit. I didn’t let her have a moments rest, almost immediately swinging the cane with the same force onto her right cheek.I kept swinging the cane into her arse each strike hitting at a different angle, and different place. She was groaning and bracing herself under. " I wasn't sure where she was going, and for the moment I said nothing, waiting for her. She held up the quirt, and said, "I want you to whip me with this ... hard. Hang me up just by my wrists, with my toes just touching the floor." She held up the other object in her hand, which turned out to be a mask. "Blindfold me so I can't see where you're going to hit me." That will hurt. You know what I can do with that quirt." That's why I'm asking. I want this to hurt, right from the start. No warm.