“Hands back on the table!”He resumes his position as I stand behind him. “Maybe this will teach you to be more responsible,” I say as I slap h...s behind.“Mmmm, maybe it will,” he says in a tone that leaves me to wonder who really is in control.I land another stroke, then a third, then a fourth as the only sound in the room is my hand against his barely clad ass.“Hong, I can’t have people complain to me about you. I only do this because I care. Do you understand?” By this time, my voice is. Wo upar aai n mere pucha yaha kyo bulaya me- mujhe tum se kuch kehna hai R-kya?Me uske pas aya n uska haath pakad kar ghutane k bal bait kar kaha k radhika me tum se bht pyar karta hu jab tumhe pehle baar dekha tha tab se me tumse pyar karta hu n i promise tumhe hamesa khus rakhuga kabhi tumhe dhokha nai dunga tum mera pehla pyar ho n tumre sath hamesa rahuga chahe kuch b ho wo bas mujhe dekhti rahi n uski ankho se aashu agae n boli rohit me tum se pyar karti hu par keh nai pai i love u me-. Jane stayed seated and looked up at John, almost feeling sorry for him as she had really enjoyed her orgasms, but knew this could not be the end of the game, not if she were to end up spanking her husband. Miss D snapped, “Well there is nothing else for it. You need to learn so let’s start over, a spanking, the hairbrush and twenty four strokes of the cane, very hard strokes.” John looked aghast, surely not, wasn’t that too harsh. He looked at Jane hoping she would help him. His eyes pleaded.. Lisbeth had a boyfriend, a young investigative journalist named Michael Plumfist, but she was one horny goth. Being fucked twice a night just whetted her appetite, and if she couldn’t sleep she would log onto the net and look for something to wank to. She loved wanking, and she loved porn. She also liked to be comfortable. Sweden can be pretty cold, but Lisbeth had central heating so she was able to sit cross-legged on her computer chair wearing nothing but her spiky dog collar as she played.