Sometimes she would raise a little blood, wipe it off with a gauze pad and keep going until she was satisfied that I had been punished.The strap would...leave marks for days, I could see them from my butt to the back of my legs, sometimes I would duck into the bathroom and pull down my pants and boxers to admire her work. On those days I couldn't wear shorts. It's weird but I loved the look of those marks and smile when I think of the woman that gave them to me.She had told all of her friends. I might not have been doing it myself, but I did have a vague idea how it all worked and I knew what she was doing to herself.It was just too embarrassing. I wished for the hundredth time that I'd left when I first stumbled upon her. But even as I wished it, I knew that I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to. Watching Allison masturbating was something I'd remember for the rest of my life and I couldn't have cut and run even if I'd really wanted to.But we had a problem. I guess you could say. My mind usually sees you following me into the building and saying hello, asking if I’d be free for lunch that day. We’d meet at a little restaurant down the street and enjoy a simple lunch and discover shared interests, with a growing physical attraction jus beneath the surface of the conversation. As we left to return to work, you’d reach for my hand and pull me into a quick hug, thanking me for sharing lunch. I’d surprise you with a kiss on your cheek and squeeze your hand as I walked slowly. While he was down I zip tied his hands together. Then I stood back and waited for the sheriff’s deputies to arrive.“Max you are probably going to need a stitch or two in the nose. I would call you an ambulance, but I want the deputies to see you here in your full glory. I do hope you learned a couple of things tonight. First, leave your ex-wife alone, and second, don’t fuck with the handicapped.”I was happy to know I could still move if need be. To be honest when push came to shove, I didn’t.