It was obvious that she wasn't a fan of flying. After we leveled off, she seemed to calm down. She began to get involved in her work again, and I was ...eading a book. A good half hour passed before we even spoke. We introduced ourselves and began chatting.She told me that she was an on field sports reporter for a television station in a large Eastern city, and was in Hawaii covering the Pro Bowl. She said that she was on her way to Indianapolis for Superbowl. I told her what I did, and that we. "Husband," I love that word; my darling husband Nicky.Swish...THWACK "FUCK!"...the whippy switch bites low on my tender bottom, right at the top of my thighs."FOUR," I yell. ...I asked for it and I'm getting it. It's just what I deserve."Wipe," he orders and my hand moves immediately to my dripping pussy. I'm delirious with shame and excitement. I'm blushing so much I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks and I'm sweating."Have you learned your lesson?"I wish I could think of something. I went near the toilet and gave her towel. She tied it over her body and went downwards. Next morning while going for office I said her sorry again and she was ok with that.Now she was bit comfortable with me .Sometime she would even cook breakfast, dinner for me. I used to help her in some household work and touch her ass and boobs accidentally. She used to browse my laptop. Whenever I used check browsing history and recent places visited, it was porn and sex stories sites. Many times she used. "She lay on her side next to me, and we continued to chat. I was talking, and suddenly realized that she was looking at me funny. I asked her what it was, and she shook her head as if coming out of a daze, and said it was nothing. I tried to get her to fess up, but she refused."Tell you what, I'll wrestle you for it." You're on!" she responded. After a few minutes, I had her pinned to the floor. I laughed down at her, and asked her to tell me what it was she was thinking."I was looking at you,.