I wanted to get off the stand. This was a mistake. Ed Thomas stood up. He would rip me apart. He would make me say things that would only reinforce Jo...nette's opinions that she was right. That she hadn't done anything wrong. She believed it was her children's fault, not hers. She didn't ruin anything. She was the perfect mother.I stared at Ed. I prepared myself. I couldn't back down. I couldn't retreat from them. I had to face his questions head on. I had to give the best damn answers yet. He. " Dave pulled her up and walked her over to the counter. "Now, Missy, this is not fun-time. You asked to be punished and here you are, soaking my trousers. I see that we need to step things up a little. Bend over the counter." She was openly crying now as Dave told her to bend over and put her arms across the counter. He told me I'd probably have to hold her down. I grabbed her wrists and held her down as Dave took his belt off and began whipping her ass. She was screaming and crying, begging. I've been feeling so bad about earlier. I've been fretting all afternoon. I wanted to give you the chance to calm down a bit and, well, apologise properly."She holds out the wine and I take it, our fingers touching as I lift it from her. My eyes instantly noting the 1982 and the big, bold, fuck you lettering of Grand Vin du Chateau Latour. Anyone who knows wine knows this is a proper apology.I smile at Danielle, perhaps for the first time since my own apology. "Well, thank you. Do you want to. The gear was better than I expected. The cheek and full body padding were great; no one would be expecting the finish that I was planning.Jenny came home at four. We chatted a few minutes and went to the gym to work out and to try out the new gear. We worked out as we normally would for the first hour. Then Jen and I put on the complete training gear. I wanted to see just how much of a blow we could deliver to each other and not get hurt. I told her what I was going to do and to let me know.