‘Sorry. I’m usually much better than this.’ ‘Don’t worry. It’s the end of a long work week.’ ‘We need to talk,’ she said. ‘Follow ...e to my house after work. It’s not far.’ I had no idea what was going to happen as I drove behind her and parked on the street in front of her darkened house. She unlocked the door, turned on a single light, and invited me into the living room where we sat on the sofa. ‘I’m not sure what you think of me,’ she began. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘That business in the. We were looking forward to a hot time. My wife wore a red top that showed off her great tits. When we arrived the host met us in the parking lot. She was out embracing a black man before I could even park the car. The party was at a local sex facility that often caters to BDSM events as well as swinger parties. There is a large main room that has a BDSM apparatus in one corner near a large shower. There are 4 smaller but public rooms off of the main room that either include more hooks and BDSM. The hall was packed with the old retired Norsemen no longer able to man a raiding ship with agility or fighting spirit. The females were running around serving them the drink and food from their meager reserves. Her men filed in behind her leading the new slaves on short leashes like well-trained pets. None of the new slaves were reticent in their attitude and that spoke well of their trainers on board her ship. She noticed that Boroth kept Dottie on a short leash so that her flanks were in. And they were hard. They hurt. I clenched my teeth and another blow hit my bottom. Thwack! Thwack! Again and again the blows hit my cheeks. Tears were starting to squeeze out from between my eyes but I was determined not to give in. If this was what my husband wanted to see, it's what he could have.The smacking ceased and my bottom glowed and tingled. I then remembered the object in my anus. This was now being turned but thankfully it was also being withdrawn. My bottom now felt sore. "Please.