“You didn’t shave her?” Jayzel asked Coud.“I like the look. Does it bother you?”“I know you’re new to the whole slave thing, but you mus...t know shaving your slave is a symbol of complete ownership of her. Why have you refused to do it yet?”“I have my reasons Jayzel. Just leave it at that,” said Coud with a scoul on his face.“Okay okay.” Jayzel then circled around her new slave, take careful consideration of her butt. “I can see what your target was today,” joked Jayzel. “Anyway, she's beautiful.. , and since it was payday, I headed for the Crown Hotel, my old drinking hole. It was quite a dive, but I didn’t give a shit. The beer was cheap and Ol’ Sullivan the bartender, treated us good.And we didn’t get all the college kids and the yuppies that frequented the more trendy bars a block over in the club district. It was just good ol’ working class guys and retired alcoholics at the Crown.It was now 11:30 p.m. and I was heading for home. As usual, I’d had probably a little more than I. She didn't want to share me with him, though hedefinitely was interested. She hadn't told him about my clitty, justthat I was a lesbian with a 'special gift'."Let's try and forget about that new information and settle into eachother tonight, ok?"I paused to consider the offer, "Are you telling me you want to fuck me,or just that you want to cuddle?" I smiled and we went to shower.During the past weeks she had used a cheap strap-on to fuck me three orfour times. I had insisted she get an. Bloodied.My wife can come up a hundred words to describe the violent shade of fiery red that is my burning buttocks, but I only need one: painful.It started a few weeks ago when I was signed up for a silly Internet game –The Race to 2,000 Spanks. My wife saw it and signed "us" up, thinking it would be excellent way to break in our new spanking paddles that my crazy sister-in-law bought us as a wedding present six months previous - "just to keep him in check," she drunkenly teased at the.