You lookin’ good by the way. Good to see you all cleaned up. And you,’ he turned to Alicia. ‘Lookin’ fine as always!’ ‘Thanks,’ Alicia s...miled politely. Robbie left us and I sighed in relief. ‘That was kinda weird. How do you know him?’ Alicia asked. ‘Just from the stations,’ I admitted truthfully. ‘You meet some very interesting people in subway stations.’ I squeezed her hand, wanting to steer the conversation away from why I am on such friendly terms with a mildly crazy, severely homeless guy.. “Sorry to bother you but I’ve left my keys at work,and don’t want to go back for them,If you can let me in,I can wait for Dan to get home and let me in if that’s o.k?” she sounded out of breath,and quite desperate. I pressed the release that opened the front door and was on my way back to the sofa and my book,when there was a knock on my front door, looking through the spy hole I could see Sam outside,I thought I’d better see what she wanted. She looked flustered and quite flushed,” God I’m. As she did so, I was reminded of her earlier admission, “It takes something really special to get me properly aroused, normal stuff just doesn’t really do it for me.” Perhaps corporal punishment was proving to be that something ‘really special’, something that I imagined her likely vanilla marriage had not afforded her.The cane I had selected for the final six strokes was heavier than the previous two, thicker and less flexible and I knew from using it on other female bottoms, it would. I pull her into an embrace. Kissing her on her sweet lips. She is tense, but soon relaxes almost despite herself. She lightly puts her hands on my waist. Not quite a hug.I guide her to the bed and lay her on her back. When I’m next to her I caress her tummy with one hand and kiss the nape of her neck.She lays there like a log. Arms at her side. Determined to let me take what pleasures I want, but to receive none of her own.I move my hand down through her bushy red pubic hair. Down to her soft.