‘ suck me you cocksucking fuck’ he hissed, ‘ suck my dick, suck, suck..oh you fucking suck me…fuck, suck my faggot cock, suck my fucking dick....�� he was slowly pumping his long cock into my face, i gagged, my eyes teared. ‘ easy on me johnny boy, i’m not to good at this cock sucking stuff yet, i hope to be but not today, you have to let me breath’. i said with a laugh. we both chuckled, his cock had relaxed to a drooping head. i dropped my head down and resumed my dick sucking. have you ever. So, she did keep a straight face as she said, “That’s not a problem, Ella. You can wear cropped trousers to hide the welts.”Ella was still sniffing back tears but thought that might work, and so decided that she would go upstairs and get dressed to see how it would look. She walked away from Mrs L now rubbing and clutching her almost unbearably stinging bottom and the backs of her legs and went upstairs and into the bathroom. When she turned and looked at herself in the mirror, she gasped out. He quickly got into the swing of things, landing alternate swats on each cheek with only a few seconds respite in between. I counted 12, before he stopped for a moment. Tears were pricking my eyes and I was breathing heavily, both from the exertion of keeping myself in his position without wriggling or kicking, and from the building wave of desire inside me. It felt so good to be disciplined by this loving husband of mine. “Last two,” Dave told me. “And they’re going to be hard ones to finish. I languidly arose, my body well worn today, and my mind feeling rather down in the dumps. I cleaned my teeth, shaved, showered, washed my hair, and shook thoughts of Yen away for now. Coffee on the balcony as I watched the clouds appearing to be rolling away and the sun an orb as it began sinking over the mountains to the west – it appeared the tropical storm had passed, and work beckoned. I phoned Liem and she agreed we should be able to work tomorrow and she would begin re-scheduling a.