We stepped together, our lips meeting, my shaking hands caressing her face as we kissed. We'd kissed before, even at the dance a little earlier, but n...ever like this. Now we were alone, and I could show her how I truly felt about her. I caressed her face with my fingers with her soft lips on mine, letting my repressed emotions from the past several months drain through me into that kiss. I knew from her response that she was feeling the same emotions as I was.I backed away slightly, looking into. "You like your doggy position, don't you?" she said."It's only twice," I said, truthfully enough.We laughed. I think we both instinctively felt the position kind of symbolized the erotic, non-love but high-lust and good-fun nature of our little 4-day fling. It was appropriate, it was good, it was liberating: I think we both felt like dirty teenagers again without a care in the world, a complete break from years of middle-class manners and frontage of married life. Also it was serving Alison's. You can't imagine what I'm feeling."Chrissy sniffled. "Yes, Sir." He felt obligated to apologize, despitethe fact that he was the one who was hurting. "I'm sorry, Sir." You should be. I'm making a big effort here to help you be a bettersissy." Yes, Sir." Just to be safe he added, "Thank you, Sir." Hey, Chrissy," Miranda offered. "Tell him you want the rest of yourpunishment. Say it the way we talked about."Sounding like a London street urchin, the spanked sissy said, "May Ihave some more,. "Oh Duncan, you are big, you have stretched me more than Samuel ever did." Dot that is only the head you have another eight inches to go." I don't think I'll be able to take all that, I feel stretched to the limit already," she said looking back at me over her shoulder.As she said that I thrust another inch in, but this time she pushed back and another couple of inches disappeared into her body. It felt fantastic, she had engulfed it so far and I was watching it as it entered, I moved back.