I didn't even realize how much I was leaking until then. “Fuck” I thought. I did my best to clean them off and made a mental note to hide them dee... in the laundry basket so Kate wouldn’t see anything. I came out and headed back to the couch and by this point Ali and Kate were cuddled in together laying sideways with Ali’s butt pointing towards me. I didn't say anything and simply sat down next to Ali. Not wanting to have them get up again for me to get in and certainly not about to cuddle up. She hadn’t changed her clothes and, as she talked to Craig, curled up in a corner of the couch, her thighs were almost completely exposed, up to the bottom of her satin white panties. They talked for a long time and, as I listened to Stacey’s end of the conversation, my mind conjured up images of Brian fucking Craig’ sexy young wife, Bethann, and I couldn’t help getting the beginnings of a hard-on.It occurred to me that Bethann was not unlike Stacey, to look at, and that started a whole new. A high stool was brought in from the kitchen. Miss placed it in front of me and bent me over, but not before pushing my erection down so it was trapped against the top of the stool and down between my legs.Miss raised the strap high, “Twelve strokes with the strap to warm up your bum,” she announced, "but if you dare move, swear or try to prevent a stroke I will add more.”After a moments reflection, she added, “I will be one more stroke for the first offence, then two extra for a second, and so. My hand slid further downwards and cupped onto your shapely mons. The flimsy dress did nothing to protect you. My strongly working fingers felt the pout of your vaginal cleft. I pressed the dress material right up into your slit. You gave a few snuffled gasps as your clithood was frigged. I was none too gentle...the passion of the moment was like a fire in my brain...I wanted to reach your most intimate places as quickly as possible....The dress had buttons all the way down; I soon had either.