But I ignored that. I leaned down and stroked his cock, which still had many clothespins on it. ?Poor thing. It’s been tough, huh?? I gently tweaked...one of the clothespins which was pinching the side of Bertrand’s shaft.Bert’s face was covered in tears and shame. ?I guess you learned not to doubt your baby sister, eh, Bertrand?? I asked, and he nodded. ?But we have to finish the job.?And then Bert began shaking his head, but his dick was SO hard. I decided to listen to the little head. WHACK!. My blouse had been torn open, and my firm breasts were exposed to his leer. I suddenly realized that only the thin cotton of my panties stood between me and his grimy fingers. I almost wet myself in panic. But he wasn’t interested in me, not at first. His eyes went to my sister. Out of the corner of my eye, I could his his hands reach out for her. ?No! No no no...? I could hear cloth ripping, and then my sister's bra was laying on the ground before me. ?But tit-meat is worth. I was horny but now I'm pissed. I wanted to text a reply but didn't, I just began to walk.I wasn't in the best of moods now. All I could think was "Dam that bitch". I walked as if on automatic, not even cognizant of where I was being consumed with extracting some revenge and all. I walked along, eyes to the ground thinking next time I'll just "hate fuck" her. A voice broke my concentration, "Hey mister", she said.I stopped, picked my head up closed my eyes and drew in a breath. No longer horny. We had an idea that this might occur and so we were not surprised by his arriving and declaring that it would be helpful and very necessary to physically discipline my wife. We talked for about 30 minutes on what he recommended and we all finally agreed to a session with him spanking her to help our marriage and to get my wife to stop dominating and to better her behavior and attitude.This was no rash decision; she had not been spanked since childhood and now to be handled by a much younger,.