But he had envisioned being able to control himself as he had during a paddling he'd once received as part of a high school club initiation. But with ...is hands bound high above his head he was now completely helpless. The idea that he no longer had anything to say about what was happening made it seem harder to take, even though this didn't seem to make any sense. But he didn't have too long to think about these conclusions. Lisa continued to apply the paddle to his ass. Soon he was crying out. I wanted to know who he was .He was this skinny,long hair,goofey k**.He was a nice k**.After some begging and pleading I agreed.I asked where we were going to do it. They said we could use the one guys car.I needed to go home and change because I was wearing jeans. I knew the easiest way to have sex in the back seat of a car is to have on a skirt so I can pull it down quick if someone ,like a cop,catches us.It happens.When I came back they were waiting with the car.It was a big old car.When we. "Certainly 'Mam " he replied, little did he know my Sub Husband was on the other side of the counter, only a meter away from him, sitting on the cold floor, bound in bondage gear with pre-cum dripping from the head of his swollen member.I signed for the parcel and the postie carried on his way, oblivious to what he had interrupted. I went back around the counter, Cole was sitting there with a smile on his face, I bent down and wiped the pre-cum from the tip of his cock with my finger and. I fell onto the fresh sheets of my bed fully clothed and fell fast asleep. ....... ...and I dreamt of a small cottage surrounded by a blossoming garden, the sounds of waves crashing gently on the shore... ....... The next morning I remembered my dream, a dream that I had as a small child over twenty years before; a dream that had always left me with a perfect sense of serenity. A dream to follow... ....... The sea sparkled to my left in the late morning sunlight as I drove the Landie.