So I tried the honest approach."Silly boy, spanking is only symbolic violence. It has a natural limit. It hurts the hand of the spanker almost as much...as it hurts the ass of the spoiled brat who's getting spanked. Even though it hurts like hell, it sure wakes my pussy up. Knowing that and knowing that one open palm can't really harm my two fat cheeks makes it a perfect punishment for when I misbehave. As long as you restrict it to open palm spanking on both ass cheeks, you can spank me any time. She filled the glasses and began singing a little song in Norwegian. That was followed by "skål" or bottoms up, and they both emptied their glasses. Akvavit isn't the sipping kind of liquor in Norway.Next, Emily picked up the beer and seductively slid the neck of the bottle between her lips as if preparing to give it a blow job. It was abundantly clear to Bjorn that she was about to become more than his chambermaid.After a second shot of akvavit, she smiled at him, a meaningful smile. He smiled. 6 o'clock came, the people all left the building, except for Linda and myself, all the daily routines were completed, I locked the doors and went to her office to check on the arrival of the security company. Looking inside, and making eye contact, she motioned for me to come in, pointing to a chair, I sat down. She was closing some open programs, and it took a moment before she was done. Looking at me she said “did you masturbate this morning, or were you waiting for the evening”? I replied I. I saw it and I dived right in. No second thoughts. ************************************************** With a deep breath, I noticed out my bedroom window, that the rain had started again. I was enjoying my moment but reality came like a mighty blow. I had seen Peter with another woman today. And he was behaving with his characteristic intimacy that always belonged to me. Life was so different these days. We had two children now and I no longer worked full time. But in this moment, I could not.