"Kimmi, that is the best explanation of spanking I have ever heard," he said quietly. "And, yes, I do understand. I want you to feel free and secure w...ith me." I feel that way when you spank me," she added. "It sounds weird, I know. It is such a freeing thing for me. It hurts but does something powerful to me. It resets or reboots me like a locked up computer."Mr. B continued to gently rub between her legs as she was starting to squirm on top of him. She also felt his enlarged, naked cock. “Yes, Jace, his. His big, hard, long, fat cock. I loved Brock’s huge prick inside me, Jace.”I was speechless for a few seconds. I’d never heard her use street profanity. It was the Willow Line, and she’d just crossed it. It wasn’t a line that she refused to cross, it was a line she finally agreed to cross. It wasn’t the final ‘no’ after repeated ‘yes’ concessions, it was the final ‘yes’ after repeated ‘no’ refusals.It was her wedding gift to me.I wasn’t about to let my wedding gift stop giving,. Then we’ll make some coffee, we were in such a rush to get out of the restaurant I never did get to drink mine.’ adding as she pushed me to one side and slid out of the bed. ‘And I’ve been very silly, knowing what happens when I’m with you I should have thought to bring a spare pair of panties with me.’ ‘I might be able to help there.’ I said, getting up and fishing the small package out of my jacket pocket. ‘I’m assured these will fit, and I think you’ll like them.’ She ripped the tissue paper. The swiss Miss was Martina’s moniker, and I knew she could be quite feisty, but had no idea just how demanding she could be! After practise I’d been relaxing in the lounge when I saw her pass after having left the restaurant (we were staying in same hotel) I saw her give me a glance, so I nodded my head in recognition yet received no such greeting back. A few minutes later I was interrupted “I didn’t realise you were in the same hotel” I lowered the journal to see a vaguely disgruntled Swiss.