“Clearly you seem to be enjoying this. Do you think that I do this for your enjoyment?”“No ma’am.”“And why do I do it then?”“To punis... me ma’am, for my untidiness and for not knowing my place.”“Exactly.”The whip flashed across my back once more, stinging as it left a thin red mark in it’s place. She stepped away from me for a moment, returning to standing behind me.“And where is your place?”“Below you ma’am, and my place is wherever you wish it to be.”She moved in front of me, sitting on the. He laid down on top of her and for a moment she was completely disoriented. Where was she? Who was he? What was happening. Then he felt his warm body rubbing up against hers, his skin, she wrapped her arms around her and squeezed her boobs against his chest, she pouted her lips and tried to kiss him. A warm erect cock pressing into her pubis, she rocked her hips back and forth.‘That’s right.’ He said. His fingers grabbing her ass, he lifted her hips slightly off the couch and then he guided his. It was as if we'd been doing that our whole lives. It just felt so wonderful to be together, like I'd found the pieces to my life that I hadn't realized were missing.Almost as if they had minds of their own, our hands started removing our clothing. My conscious mind thought there should have been some sort of mix-up in there somewhere, but my hands seemed to know just where to go to find the clasps and zippers on her clothes and hers seemed to be doing just as well with mine. It felt so. Midway she turned, placed her hands on her hips and spread her legs, Amazon style. "I said I want your help and you can't help me from over there," she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor beneath her feet. "Talk about boundary issues," I muttered under my breath as I clamored to my feet. "What did you say?" Sheila gave me "THAT" look. "Nothing. I said I was concerned about breakfast issues. We don't want to miss chow," I shrugged and approached the leader. What kind of.