He planted a kiss firmly on her lips, "You were wrong to behave the way you did at that party, now stop fussing or we'll go for round two." He looked ...tenderly into her eyes.Callie leaned against him and began to sob. "It hurts when you whip me."Cade caressed her back tenderly, "I know it does, and it hurts me when you flirt with other men; I'm your husband. I know your history Cal, and I'm not putting up with any of your shenanigans this time around, got it?" He tilted her chin up so he could. It was fantasy after all, right? During one particularly hot session he asked me if I had a safe word. I asked him what that was. He explained that in a BDSM session a submissive frequently would have a word that meant stop or no. I asked why not just use stop or no. Mr. Online explained that some submissives liked saying no but really wanted more. He explained that some women liked **** fantasy and a safe word let her scream for help, or shout no, or fight back without fear of ending her. After that we talked on the phone everyday for about a week and then she told me to come out to the farm.The first time I went to the farm and met her parents and siblings we had supper and then Melissa and I took a walk and she showed me the farm. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met both inside and out. Melissa and I came to a big barn where they stored the hay and we climbed up on the loft and found a comfy spot on the hay and sat back and talked. Melissa told me that she was. Her voice cooed like that of an angel as she spoke again “Daddy” the word drawn out with sultry allure “I have seen you naked before and it doesn’t bother me at all; except…” her words paused as the mood hung in the silence that seemed to go on and on “…I have grown up Daddy, and think we need to talk about something.” I wrapped my arms around her shoulders as I had every time she needed comfort for her 16 years of life and whispered as my face turned to kiss the top of her head “Okay baby,.