He moved his hands around to open the buttons down the front of her shirt and peeled it away. Sharon was still struggling to hold the boat off the sa...ndbank and drop the anchor when his mouth swept down on her nipple. ‘Behave,’ she groaned. ‘You will have to go out and drop the back anchor so we don’t swing up high and dry.’ ‘I am not going out there without my shirt, I’m a senior police officer. I can’t be seen topless on this boat with you.’ ‘Oh shit, hurry up,’ she growled when his teeth. I think we ought to head home. I think you are going to need some showering."BACK AT THE HOUSEMargaret was taking a nice lukewarm shower. She was trying to shrug off the candle wax from her nipples and hoping that the water would cool off her mouth (having tasted decaying bacteria), her ass and pussy (very red indeed). In the shower, Margaret was crying. She wished she was a free woman again. Just 2 days to go.After shower, she cooked her mistress dinner. But Margaret was on all fours next to. Somehow, though, she looked like a true bride. I looked like a crossdressed bondage queen.It was a very short ceremony.I minced up the aisle escorted by Melba, who, dressed in a black latex tuxedo, helped me to keep my balance. In front of the assembled guests, Melba presented me to Suzanne.Melba served as the maid-mistress of honor, and when I was asked: "Do you take this woman, Suzanne, to be your owner, master, and co-slave," Melba answered: "She does."The ceremony was repeated for Suzanne.. My own recommendations are, briefly, as follows. Equip yourself with the traditional crook handles. I have noticed, from the reactions of the many young women who have had to visit my study for punishment, that the sight of the traditional crook-handled cane immediately causes appropriate apprehension. Such apprehension is to be encouraged, for it will add to the punishment's effectiveness. From the point of view of the person administering the beating, a wrapped handle may be a trifle easier.