I told you as you were rushing to get dressed yesterday that you could not cum without my permission.” Sarah must have missed that comment in her ha...ste to meet her husband, along with worrying about what to tell him about her flustered condition. “I don’t remember you telling me that yesterday, Mistress,” Sarah replied. “Come here, my slave. You need to be punished for not following my orders” Sarah was about to protest, when Yvonne pulled her by her arm and pushed Sarah face down on her desk.. He revved the engine one last time before turning off the car. The streets of his mother’s New Jersey suburb was still and he had fond memories of the quite before he moved to the outskirts of the city. He pulled the bag of bagels from the front seat and let himself into the house. The television was on to some morning news program and Casper, his mother’s Bichon, lay snoring on the couch. Dylan’s mother however, was in the kitchen brewing coffee and looking especially elegant in a dark blue. I looked at her directly in the eyes. Trust that I ultimately have your best interests at heart, although it may not seem that way. She then asked what the consequences are and I said usually a spanking. She looked a bit surprised. I said and it is not a light playful spanking. It will be hard and extended. But if you are honest with yourself, you will agree that it needs to be that way . Trish tentatively shook her head in acknowledgement. I then told her she needed to answer. Yesssssss… moreeeee… oooohhhhhh goddddddd… and I tell her, today the deer will be punished for being a naughty deer, and she says I want reward not punishment for the adventures… and starts laughing… and I tell her you will get both, I ask her about her husband’s age, she says 39, then I tell her, old dick, at least now you have a young strong dick to quench your thirst… then she says, he’s not that old… yes but not as energetic and wild as you are, your stamina is good until now, need to see.