WHACK! Tears stream down Carter’s cheeks, and I bring the paddle down again. But he is trying ever so hard not to make any noise. He knows I am enco...uraging him to be a man, and not whine or cry.Carter is on a hassock, on all fours (well, hands and knees, trying not to lose his balance) as I finish his discipline. He is an accomplished submissive in so many ways. I bring the Spencer paddle down again, and catch Carter’s balls this time. He shrieks. Good!Carter has been visiting dommes since. We saw there was a blocked path and traffic police had implemented a diversion. So she went on her path saying, “We’ll come back by turning.” But going ahead there was so heavy traffic that we didn’t get a chance to divert.We were so involved in chat and talks that we both of us actually forgot. By that time we reached her place. All this way, I was completely wet as I had no raincoat but just an umbrella. While reaching her building, we realized, we came a lot ahead and she forgot to drop. The sun felt nice on my wet skin. Putting my sunglasses on and picking up my romance novel to read, I barely noticed as an hour had passed already. My skin was tinged red from the sun, and I sat up and applied suntan lotion everywhere I could reach.I heard the latch on the wooden gate clatter and saw Teddy, the owner's son, and one of his friends wearing their suits step up onto the deck. They were surprised to see me sitting there, and their chatter almost stopped. I waved at them."Oh, hello. I could see the taxi driver's eyes looking at us in his mirror and I couldn't blame him one bit. Clare was in her prime, her jutting 'd' breasts almost bursting out of her low cut dress and her nylon encased legs seemed to stretch for ever from under her short skirt. With my arm around her for support we climbed the stairs up to our master bedroom. On the bed was a big box with a silk ribbon around it finishing with a big bow."Oh more pressies," she yelled. "What is it?" Lets get your clothes.