My wife had seemed distant for several months. I saw and spoke to her everyday but I could sense this division coming between us. I tried to ignore it...and doubled my efforts to engage her and bring her closer to me again; to make her happy. Our two kids were both out of our house by then, trying to get a foothold in their new role as adults. Bret, our son and the eldest, was 23 and had just graduated from college. He had married a sweet gal that everyone adored named Amy in his senior year of. I also explained to him that my wife and I both worked during the day, and asked him when and what time would be best for me to bring the computer to him. Then as sat there and listened to the repair man talking I noticed that he sounded like he was in his early thirty’s or younger. Then almost immediately with me being the horny devil I am, I began thinking about the fantasy of mine I had recently spoken to my wife about. The repair man then told me that if it was better for our schedule. I better finish your haircut. Brenda Wilson will be her in about 10 minutes. We dont want her to see you like this. I just sat there trying to think of anything other than my cock. She finished up and as I was getting up she said whispered Maybe next time you come in we can continue this conversation. Just then Brenda walked in. Hi Steve, How have you been? Havent seen you and Cindy in awhile. Doing good. Nice to see you. I just wanted to get out of there before she noticed how flushed I was. . "five six," I panted, those blows stung but nothing compared to what hadjust occurred on my testicles.Marcus continued to randomly rain blows on my ass, breasts and ballsuntil we reached Fifty. I had only just realised that I didn't know thenumber of strokes I was being subjected to but he continued to 110 andtold me my daily correction was over.Immediately I blabbered out through the tears, "Thank you for thepunishment and correction Master."Marcus went on to continue "your daily training.