Something else we found was that my four got along fantastically with his four, so there was liable to be some crossing of the paths. That suited Tara...just fine.It would be at least a year before we could pack up and move, so we just cooled our jets while Terrance, the architect, consulted with Bob's architect to get a basic idea of what we wanted then went off to come up with all the required drawings for ours. It only took him a month to line out the basic design and look, which we all. Come back with our drinks we spend a little time talking.Now she seems a little bit relaxed and it’s your turn to be nervous and keep controlled your watch.I’m not in a hurry, I like speaking with your wife about her hobbies and her life, I love her sensual voice.Suddenly she surprise both us: “Dear, I feel that is time to go”You go to your bedroom keeping the door half open, so I can see you sitting on the bed while speaking with low voices. An abat-jour is the only light .She reclines on bed. Whatever he had in mind, it couldnt be good for me. Yet somehow the anticipation of the probable pain only served to stir my cock. This was something I was going to have you use on me, as a sort of payback for doing this without warning. But since you decided to be such a bad boy, Ill use it on you. He turned and I saw a machine in his arms that was instantly-horribly-familiar. Id seen it in many a BDSM flick. Id always felt bad for its victims yet curious as to what it might feel like. I. Different other things. I shivered upon looking at this table. “What kind of compensation were you thinking of, Andrew?” David asked. His question made me shiver again. “I want to spank her. I want to make her experience punishment and its pleasure. Teach her. It might be useful for afterwards anyway, she better learn at least some obedience soon.” "That sounds like a reasonable request. Sweetheart, tell me – have you been spanked before?” I looked at him. Spanked? Something was stirring.