And your face. It’s too pale. Your lips. It’s shadowy here, but I think they’re tinted blue. Jesus! She wasn’t shaking with rage but with cold... ‘Where are your hat and gloves?’ ‘You bastard!’ ‘Where are they? You’re freezing!’ ‘You…I don’t know. I left them.’ ‘Left them?’ ‘With him!’ ‘Oh, shit! Come in and warm up.’ ‘No!’ ‘You’re freezing! At least get warm.’ ‘No.’ ‘Come on in. Let the bastard do something right for a change!’ Elizabeth didn’t pull her hand away when I took it and led her. "You know, you kind of remind me of that woman. You know the onein that book you wanted us to read last week? What was her name?" "I don't know," I muttered, unable to meet her eyes. But in truth, I knewthe answer. I knew as soon as she said it. She smiled. The fingers on my nipples clamped down hard and pulled them towardmy sides jerking them out, then back in, and out again. "Hester," I cried. Tears welled, and then streamed down my cheeks. "HesterPrynne." "That's right," she said. "I'll get. All and all, I had no regrets on how I'd spent my time so far thisevening."Marcella, make me another whiskey sour," I commanded as I got up fromthe couch and removed my headband, gently placing it on the coffeetable. I checked my pants to see if I had a actually cum, but as usual,there was nothing. That always amazed me, it had felt so real, so raw,but it was all just phantom synapses firing in my brain.I walked to the kitchen and observed as the automated bartendingstation made me a whiskey. This one she said no, and I really smacked her hard repeated. It must have taken 3-4 minutes of hard spanking before she agreed. We continued like this through a list of items. Each me telling her what item it was she had to agree to and spanked her to agreement. Her ass was so red and I'm sure sore. She was begging me to stop. I said one last thing, I am going to take your ass tonight, my way. It will hurt you and you will not complaint but lay there and take it as the final part of.