..?"She scratched her chin with the edge of her riding crop."Pretty please with a cherry on top! Oh please, mistress, please -- no more spanks! PLEEAA...SSEEEE!!!"She was utterly desperate to avoid just one more smack.Her mistress bit down onto her crop in thought, as she studied the hot pink bruising forming around her pet's cheek."Wow, I've never seen you react this strongly to a punishment, before... Maybe you really have learnt your lesson."She spoke more sincerely as she placed a tender hand. In a way, perhaps, he should be grateful. Other wives in the same situation would have found another lover, or gone to group-sex parties, or taken -- he shuddered -- to drinking. The only vice Cynthia had was smoking. And he supposed he had to be grateful, for if she'd been a bit more wild in her search for escape, things could even be in a worse mess. Just as they could be in an even worse mess if she had happened to stumble into the line of sight of Ellen's shocking exhibition given in the. I hadn’t had much time to read it, and had brought it along for reading on the plane. I was enjoying reading John Clark’s/John Kelly’s backstory in this prequel to the other Clancy books I’d read.Bethany returned after about an hour, and came over to sit on the loveseat. I put the book on the end table next to me.“I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly.“It’s OK,” I said, putting my arms around her.Bethany rotated so that she was leaning across my lap facing me.“You’re right,” she said with a deep. So small and light. How fortuitous, He thinks as the young trick nervously straddles His waist. This is going to be easy. The boi has Daddy issues and acts like he’s charging towards something he desperately wants but is conflicted and afraid. It blinds him to the danger ahead. He starts to squirm and tries to crawl off the Man’s lap, uncomfortable perhaps by being in such a submissive and c***d-like position, but a firm slap to the ass has the immediate desired effect on his disposition. .