The respondent would come to her office, drop his or her pants, bend over, grab their ankles, and Miss Jordan would spank them with a wooden paddle of... the type common in public schools years before, for one half hour or until they asked her to stop. The cost would be a certain amount, payable before dropping their trousers, in cash. The respondent would not talk, except to answer her questions with as few words as possible. All women accepted would wear trousers to the event. If there got. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the latest of series of painful experiences. But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would come, the next blow indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a scared cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the next one at the same spot, she saw the whip rise again, and land on her left leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into. But to be honest I was more interested in sucking on her gorgeous boobs.“I dressed up for my husband like this a few times and just loved it, so did he,” she explained, slowly untying my robe, “But he made me promise not to become a naughty schoolgirl for any other man when I submitted myself here.”“I see,” I mumbled in between mouthfuls of tit.“But the reason I decided to submit myself here was because of his terrible gambling debts,” she went on, continuing to loosen my robe, “So it’s my. ”I left them to shower and I made some more coffee and they joined me an hour later. Christy came and kissed me on my lips and I looked puzzled.“A kiss on my lips?” I whispered.“Yes, I will kiss my non sexual husband on his lips.”She looked gorgeous in her tight blue jeans and dark blue roll neck sweater; her nipples were pushing the sweater out and it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.“Did you drink him in the shower?” I whispered.“Of course,” Christy whispered back as she took a bottle.