"Did you forget to take your dildo out this morning, sweet pea?" he asked with a big smile."No, Sergeant," Leigh replied, ignoring the suppressed gigg...es from her fellows."Well, are you just too stupid to stay in step?" No, Sergeant." Listen girly, you got hot panties or something? You looking for some dick?" No, Sergeant," she replied through clenched teeth. Everyone was staring and laughing at her now."Well, sugar britches, why you trying to get daddy's attention then?"Leigh was fast,. And ‘powerful’ was not something I had felt often in my marriage to Jim. Typically, he was in charge. And typically, I submitted to his desires and wishes.Make no mistake, I thoroughly enjoyed the pleasures that I received from my role as his submissive ‘hot wife’. Being submissive to my husband was very core to who I was, and who I am. And, submitting to Jim’s instructions triggered a pleasure center deep within me that I truly relished.However, for a few brief weeks, my life felt different. I. Ms. Anderson, our new live-in nanny was to be in charge of us while they were gone. I was the eldest, at sixteen years old. The nanny really wasn't for me, but for my younger sister and the twins. She had only been with us for a few months now, having replaced old Mrs. Julian when she went to go live with her daughter in Milwaukee. Ms. Anderson, although much younger than Mrs. Julian, was a very skilled nanny, and most-definitely a no-nonsense woman. It was unusual but not unheard of in our. I feel the tip of the leather against my neck, still warm from his body. He runs it down my spine, gently, leaving a tingling trail of anticipation down to my lower back, where he suddenly stops. Almost before I can register the movement, he moves his hand back and uses the belt to deliver a stinging blow to my backside. I gasp and he pushes me forward, facedown across the bed. I feel his hand caressing me, kneading the skin he has just bruised. The gentleness is brief, though, and the belt.