” I spoke. I left the chair to start roaming around the table with the leather whip scratching the ground.“I’m sick of your mediocre inferior at...titude Tushar and you need to change it in my way.” I rubbed the leather whip on his bare back.He got tingled a bit, “What do you mean?”I had everything in place. I said it all in enthusiasm, “You have to change your attitude towards your work. I need a more constructive minded husband unlike you who cries for mere stresses. I would fancy still wearing. If you wish to keep receiving them, you will thank me, and you will mean it. Alright?" Yes, sir." She wasn't sincere. He shocked her, until she was on the floor gasping, trying to signal for him to stop."What was that, Renee?" I'm sorry, sir! I am grateful, I swear!" She gazed up at him pathetically until he brought the pain all the way down."Very good, then." He leaned down, his hand on either knee. "Now, for the final lesson today." He twitched the robe to the sides, and it fell away from the. His hands went to her ass first caressing over the skirt and then under it where he felt the string of her thong.When they finally came up for air, she asked in a breathless voice just what he had in mind. In reply, he slipped open the passenger door and slid himself out leaving her sitting in the seat with her legs hanging out the door. Sitting on the ground, he reached out and started caressing her thighs from her knees up to where they connected to her torso. He avoided her pussy at first. She was a little on the chubby side, which was fine with me, we seemed to be into the same things, and seemed to hit it off. So after some talking, we agreed on a meeting place which will remain out of the story for private purposes. It started out awkward as hell, as you can imagine with two strangers meeting. Not only were we different colors, but at the time I was I think about 23 or 24, she was 31 or 32 I guess? Somehow I finally managed to break the ice and started making out with her..