Spargrove then kicked it violently, and returned her attentions to flogging poor Ross’s back.After Ms. Spargrove whacked poor Ross about ten more ti...mes, she lifted him to his feet by his ear. ?Obviously you don’t know how to use the ten minutes I allocated to you. You can go back in the chastity belt and have another chance in a fortnight. Maybe two more weeks of penile solitude will convince you to take advantage of your opportunities.?As Shawn watched, feeling invisible, Ms. Spargrove dragged. When I was living with my one boyfriend it was an ongoing problem for almost 3 years – on and off – no matter how much lube we used. Of course he was black, had a 10” cock that was nice and thick and…seemed to want sex all of the time (never had a problem with that myself). I think he woke up with ‘morning wood’ every damned day!By then panty liners had been invented; I usually wore one to work and carried some spares too.My other ‘little’ problem that popped up a lot was recurring bouts with. I breathed a sigh of relief when Cale’s beautiful face presented itself. I laughed. Cale put on a wounded expression. ‘Wow, I know that joke last night was obscure, but talk about a delayed reaction. I must be losing my touch.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘I just figured out where Benny was getting his new psychic powers from.’ At his look of confusion, I explained the exchange I’d had with the elderly guard. Cale chuckled. I handed him the coffee I’d picked up for him and looked up into his face. . For Katie it was a little therapeutic, she had longed to discipline her husband and bring him into line before, but the act of doing it in the bedroom was something she had never considered. Instead, her husband lay there, a quivering wreck as she had free rein to discipline him and exact promises as to his behaviour over the following week.Tired of the cane, Katie slipped a small butt plug out of the drawer and covered it in lubricant before holding it to the cheeks of her new "slave." Please.