One stroke across the centre of his back. The skin turned white for a fleeting instant, before the blood rushed to the abused area and turned it a viv...id crimson. ‘Aaaah!’ he yelped, surprised and shocked. ‘Quiet,’ she responded, bringing the crop down once more. Biting his tongue to stifle his cries, he succumbed to the punishment. She vented her fury on him, many blows almost too hard to bear. But he did bear them. And found that even though it hurt, it was also a pleasure because it was. Once we got to the restaurant and sat and ordered some wine we began to talk. Helen brought up the wedding and that it was a wild affair and mentioned that she had seen me in the parking lot with Dan. I told her it was nothing but she replied that ‘nothing’ doesn’t usually include holding hands and nuzzling with another woman’s husband. She also mentioned that she saw us get into the car together. So…faced with the facts I fessed up. Nadine took this opportunity to begin to open up about her. Her eyes shoot down, but she stands up. I motion to the overstuffed chair. Hansa walks over. She knows what to do. She pulls up the lengha to show off her shapely bottom. Tight. Muscular, with a crisp crease at the bottom defining the outline above her legs. She kneels on the seat and leans forward over the seat back. I get a small peak of her pussy.I pick up the hairbrush. Put my hand on her lower back I wait a few seconds.SWAT. I feel her recoil.SWAT, SWAT, SWAT as I alternate from one bun to. I sat on the arm of the couch, naked. Drumming my fingers on the arm to random tunes in my head. I looked around waiting to see you come into the room but you still didn’t show your face. While looking for you I noticed you left some nipple clamps on the coffee table. I reached down to pick up the cold metal clamps and look at them from every possible angle. Knowing that I would be wearing them later I went ahead and put them on. The combination of the cold metal and the agonizing pinching made.