.. or maybe I should say get their pebblesoff... and they didn't do it. The only explanation I can think of isthat they're just being defiant." Yeah,..." agreed Tony. "They're a couple of stubborn difficult girls.Spoiling their own fun just to get at us. What should we do to punishthem?"Almost as one the wives answered, "SPANK THEM!"It was all so unreasonable. The guys grabbed us and yanked us to ourfeet. They made us go and get two wooden chairs from the kitchen and putthem in the middle of. I froze, and my mistress knew that I was trapped. She was all smooth, undressing him and talking to him while I could barely breathe, and he was bound to the frame against the wall. She basically dragged me before him, and it was then that I started paying attention to their conversation. She had him begging for his wife to save him. He didn't know it was me! She had him offering me as his freedom, each time she asked for a more extreme payment he got harder for her. He was offering his wife!. I couldn't help glancing over at Jasmine as we left the wooded area between the road and the meadow where everyone parked. On that bright afternoon the castle looked its worst. On a gray misty day it looked its best. Even so Jasmine's eyes lighted up at the sight of it."My god Jake, you weren't kidding. The place is a tiny castle." She continued on to the bridge over the gully."There is going to be a moat under this bridge when I get the time. Right now I have to finish the interior." Jasmine. . The address on the card she'd handed me was in the same building where I'd just worked but on a different floor. Inviting me upstairs to her office, she'd poured coffee and...~~~~"Discreet? Sounds like you work for the CIA or something," I joked, setting my purse down beside my chair and accepting the coffee mug Marla offered me."Or something," Marla replied with a small smile, leaning back in the leather chair behind her desk. Holding her coffee mug in both hands, she inspected me. "I've.