My wife had been trying her best not to make a scene. Rick's hand was still in her lap, and started to move more noticeably as the waiter turned his b...ck. She inhaled sharply and tried to re-focus on her surroundings, then removed his hand from her lap and placed it gently on the table. "Please, not here," I heard her tell him. "I think that's our cue to leave," he announced. We made our way through the restaurant to the exit, his hand on the small of her back, while I followed behind them.. "When you put this on yourself, you'll have to remember to put yourstockings, knickers and shoes on before you tighten the laces." I wasinformed.At this time she was called away, and a number of people entered thehouse and seemed to go down to the basement. I don't know how manythere were but the footsteps seemed to go on for ages."Nothing for you to worry about," she told me. "I'm preparing a surprisefor you but they won't be coming up here so don't get anxious."When she had me stand up I. Susanne endures several stages of spanking: first by my bare hand, next her wooden spoon hurts her bottom.Susanne can't see it - not yet - how her pale tight boyish bums turn from white to pink, darker pink to even red.Susanne is amazed by the effect it has on her: It hurts her, for sure... And it is very humiliating... Who'll see it?Susanne is amazed when I present her the taste of her own pussy juice! -- How did she get so wet? Hating it!?Susanne's bums are very tight during my sets of six. Appalled at the suggestion, I babbled, “What? God, no, Aunt Cathy!”My aunt was emphatic, wasn’t taking no for an answer.“Oh, you’re going to do it, Scott. Nasty pig. You think it’s all right to tug your tiny cock and look at me? Jesus, I’m your mum’s sister! I’m your fucking aunty. I’ve known you since you were an hour old. You should have more fucking respect!”She was superb. Full of fire, angry and wild, the upper slopes of her breasts, her chest, and her throat suffused pink in her ire. I’d.