I see between my legs how Chantal gets up and positions herself behind me. She places the cane against my ass and measures the correct distance and th...n I hear a whoosh and I feel something burn into my flesh. Before I can recover completely I feel the next and I am so weak I start crying. My wife does not care and continues my punishment and delivers every 10 seconds a real hard stroke on my ass, back, legs. Oh God, I will not be disobedient anymore, whoosh, I will not look at my Mistress. You can see the definition on my muscles. It looks so sexy!Here we are swimming in the lake and everyone is happy.Here I am on my knees looking up. Someone stands behind me, their hand rests on my shoulder. I smile: fulfilled, happy, safe, at peace.They are taking something from me again. The sense of anger I used to have because I had been stolen. The determination I used to keep inside me, the determination that one day I would see someone again – but I can hardly remember his name anymore.. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw next was nothing like she anticipated. This particular cave had been done up like a medieval bedchamber. Tapestries hung from the cavern walls, matched by lush and lavish woven rugs. A fireplace had been carved into the rock on the far side of the room. Candlebraums gave the place a warm, almost sensual ambience. To her left was a gigantic four poster bed made up with. "Mine and the banks," I responded."I love it. It is beautiful." You are the one that is beautiful," I replied.I put my arms around her and pulled her to me."This is not exactly the way I intended to bring you home, but here we are." I am pleased," the love of my life responded.I gathered up her bags and headed for the door. Taking a look at why my vehicle wouldn't start would need to wait for another time.I unlocked the door and allowed Anna to walk through. It was fun to watch the look on her.