Bending back over the bed her skirt was quite short and you could see the red thong clearly.“ What am I going to do with you Emma. Really enough is ...nough. ” I said. She knew when I used her first name I meant business.Emma stood lent over the bed her bottom awaiting.“ I want you to count and ask for the next one. Until I feel like you’ve learn’t from today’s errors OK!” I yelled.She acknowledge. Walking over I lifted the skirt and began the onslaught of vicious strikes to her pert backside.“. ?How was tennis, dear?? ?I double-faulted all morning.? ?That doesn't sound like my Ace wife. Are you preoccupied with something.? ?You know I am, James. Do we have to play these games?? ?Oh, Nikki. Shame on you. You know that type of attitude is on only goingto make your MTTS (Monthly Tit Torture Session) even more severe, if that ispossible.? James chuckled sadistically. He looked in the rear-view mirror andsaw tears running down his wife's angelic face. ?Nikki, strip.? She was butt-ass naked. At his door she hesitated a second, checked her hair in a hall mirror, and then as she had before swept in locking his door behind her. The bed was made and the room tidier than it had not been for months, He was sitting on the window seat dressed in PJ`s and a dressing gown both in light blue, sat reading at the mullioned window the sunlight streaming through the window pane. “Good morning Montigue, I trust you slept well?” it was a rhetorical question, but he answered it anyway, saying that. “Is that safe? No hidden cliffs or anything?”“Gentle undulations and a good view.”“Not like your marriage then?”Andy smiled. “I guess we’ve had our share of cliffs, but we’re still going.”“Thanks to you Andy. Jack was nothing like you. He enveloped me. What you said about submissive is right, up to a point. The trouble with labels is they only tell half the story. At first, after Jack died I was terrified. I had no idea what to do. I had the life insurance, I had the house, I was careful.“Six.