1 comments/ 26949 views/ 2 favorites Sherri's Punishment Ch. 01 By: a_quietguy I park on the street and walk up to the front door. I knock then step back while I wait for you to answer. I see a look of total surprise on your face when you open the door and see me standing there. You glance over my shoulder to see it there are neighbors out, but the cold weather is keeping them all indoors. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" "Oh, yes. Please come in. Quickly! I am shocked to find you standing at my door." "You have not written to me as you should have, so I am here to take care of the problem." Stepping back inside, you make way for me to enter. I stride past you and wait for you to close the door. As you turn toward me, I slap your face, causing you to take a step back. "What do you mean by not responding to my emails? Have you no respect for common courtesy? What is wrong with you?" And then I slap you again, harder this time. "Down on your knees! Now! And now I want to hear you apologize. " "Forgive me," you plead. "I got busy with the kids and I have not been feeling well, and the time just slipped away." I note the redness on your cheek and the outline of my fingers on your tender flesh. "You think that is an adequate excuse for not writing to me? Do you? Obviously you need to be trained to show respect. Get your coat, we are going out." "I can't. I have shopping to do, and I don't know when my husband will be home!" SLAP! "Shut up and get your coat. And for being so impudent, I want you to undress completely before putting it on. NOW!" "But it's cold outside. And what if we run into someone I know?" "If we run into someone you know, then you will just be naked beneath your coat. Totally and absolutely naked! Got it? Now get moving." I follow you to the bedroom, and I watch you undress. This is our first meeting, but you undress without hesitation. Perhaps you just want to get out of the house as soon as possible, or perhaps you like the feeling of a new man eying your body as you disrobe. I like what I see, and your nakedness conjures up mental images of what is to come. Minutes later we are in my car and heading out of your neighborhood. You seem to relax a bit as we move farther from home and the fear of being caught. Out of the corner of my eye I see you looking at me as I focus on driving on unfamiliar streets. I turn toward you, and our eyes meet. I see a little sparkle there, a clue that you are looking forward to what is about to come. But there is also a hint of uncertainty there, because you do not know what might come next. "I have to stop by the college library to pick up a couple of books. The semester is over, so there should not be many people there. Have you ever been there? No? Well I am sure you will enjoy your first visit." Once inside the library, we walk to a row of study cubicles located among the stacks. I choose one in the middle of the row, and I motion for you to sit down. "Turn your chair so you are facing the book shelves. Now unbutton your coat and let me see your nakedness." You glance around, and seeing no one, you unbutton but leave the coat draped over your body. I reach down and snatch it open, exposing you fully. I slap your right breast, and the sound resounds among the mass of books. "I want your naked body exposed fully, to me and to anyone else who happens to wander by. Do you understand?" I slap your breast again, and your nipple hardens as a result. "I am off to find a couple of books that I need for research. While I am gone, I want you to touch your pussy, make yourself wet, make yourself cum. You got that?" You nod. "You can close your eyes and imagine that you are home in your own bed, or you can keep your eyes open and realize where you are and what you are doing. It does not matter to me. But whatever you do, do not make any effort to cover your nakedness. If someone walks by, you keep stoking your pussy. If that person decides to stroke your breast of pinch your nipple, I do not want to hear a murmur in protest. Do you understand? Start now!" I watch for a moment as your hand slides across your stomach and finds your pussy. Your finger glides between your moist lips and then slips up toward your clit where it lingers for a moment before beginning a slow, rotating caress. You close your eyes, and I wander off to find the books I need. By the time I find my books, I hear low moans coming from the cubicle where you are sitting. As I walk back to where you are, I pull a camera out of my pocket. You have slid down in the chair, and your legs are spread wide apart. Your body is thrusting forward to press against your caressing fingers which are now buried deep in your pussy. Your eyes are closed and your lips are parted as you move inexorably toward climax. You sense my presence and open your eyes as I begin taking picture after picture of your exposed body. You make no effort to cover yourself which is the right choice on your part. Your eyes lock on mine as your fingers draw you closer and close to orgasm. As your climax approaches, I firmly pinch your left nipple between my fingers, and I use my right hand to repeatedly slap your right breast. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The harder I pinch and the more I slap, the more agitated the thrusting of your hips becomes. Your eyes close as you legs begins to quiver. I listen to the squishing of your pussy as your fingers work inside drawing you farther and farther along the path to release. I glance around, hoping that we are being watched, but we are alone. When you climax, you let out a loud squeal that echoes around the room. Your legs snap together, trapping your hand with your fingers still buried deep inside you. Your breathing becomes labored as tremors course through your body, and a look of ecstasy relaxes your facial features. I stop my manipulation of your breasts and take more pictures as your entire body gets caught up in the throes of orgasm. I wonder what it is you have been thinking about as you touched yourself, but I decide to save that question for later. "Get up and let's go." You open your eyes and glance around to see if you have been watched. I think that you are a little disappointed to find that we are alone, but we both know that there will be other opportunities when there will be eager eyes watching. With your coat fully buttoned, you stand by my side as I check out my books. There is a cold breeze blowing as we walk toward my car, and I imagine the chill this brings to your damp, exposed pussy. I am tempted to lick the dampness from you once we are in the car, but I decide to save that until later. I know that cunt will be dripping and ready for my tongue whenever I want it over the next couple of hours. When we reach the car, I unlock the trunk and instruct you to retrieve the bag that is stored there. Once you are seated beside me, I lean over and give you a deep kiss of promise. You respond with gusto, and I know that you are ready for whatever is to come. "Open the bag and look inside." You comply with my command, and I see your eyes open wide as you peruse the contents. "Tell me what you see?" "Oh, my! I see whips and vibrators and butt plugs and lubricants and ropes and hand cuffs and gags and I don't know what all!" I hear a tremor of anticipation in your voice as you consider how each of these implements might come into play in the coming hours. "Now we go to my motel room and get on with your punishment for not writing." TO BE CONTINUED Sherri's Punishment Ch. 02 After a short drive, we arrive at my motel. You carry the satchel of toys and follow me through the lobby, glancing around as we go to make sure there is no one there that you know. Once we are in my room, I tell you to put the satchel on the bed. "Take off your coat." Without hesitation, you comply with my order, exposing your trim body to my gaze. "So how did you like being exposed in the library?" "At first I did not like it at all! I am not used to being naked in public, but once I closed my eyes and imagined that I was alone in my bed, I began to relax. And then I began to imagine what it might be like to have a stranger watching me. In the end, that got me really hot." "Were you disappointed when you found that there was no one there but you and me?" "Yes, I suppose I was." "Well next time we will make sure you have an audience. What do you think about that?" You do not answer, but you bit your lower lip as you nod in the affirmative. "I have to pee," you say as you head toward the bathroom. "That's fine, but keep the door open." "Are you joking? Can't I have little privacy?" "Privacy you can have when you are home with your hubby. Here when you pee I want to see and hear. Do you understand?" I follow you to the bathroom and watch as you sit down. Before you begin to piss I move toward you, grabbing your right breast with my hand and squeezing hard. I lean closer and force my tongue past your clenched lips. When you do not respond, I pinch your nipple hard until you whimper, and only then does your tongue begin to play with mine. As we kiss, I release your nipple and run my hand down across your stomach and between your legs. I felt you pull back away from my hand, which angers me. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, pulling away from my hand?" "I told you I am a little shy about my body." "Well it's time you get over that." SLAP! I strike your breast hard with my open palm. SLAP! SLAP! I see tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Now pee," I say as I press the palm of my warmed hand against your pussy. Moments later I feel the warmth of your piss trickle, then stream, against my hand. I rub my wrist firmly against your clit as you empty your bladder. I keep my hand in place as your stream dwindles then stops. I lean down to resume kissing you as I stroke your wet pussy. This time you respond quickly and suck my tongue deep into your warm mouth. We kiss deeply as my fingers toy with your clit and then probe deep inside you. "Okay, that's enough of that. Get your ass on the bed. NOW!" You hurry to the bed and sit down. I reach for the satchel and began rummaging through it, pulling out several items and placing them on the bed beside you. The last thing I pull out is a hank of rope. "First we need to tie you up so that you will not be able to resist. Stand up!" I use the hundred feet of rope to wrap your body, pulling the rough fiber tight across your nipples and small breasts. When I am done, your hands are bound in front of you, your upper body is tightly wrapped, and several strands of the rope run down between your legs and connect to the rest behind you. Standing back, I admire my handiwork. "Comfy?" I laugh when you do not answer. "Stretch out on the bed on your back." Once you are in position, I tie you to the bed frame with your legs spread wide apart. The straps that hold your arms extend from your arm pits to the top corners of the bed. You do not look very comfortable, but that is not my concern. As a final touch, I cover your eyes with a blindfold. You look gorgeous laying there. Though you are nearly 40, your body is still firm and trim. Your breasts strain against the rope, and the strands between your legs cut into your pussy. Your body shifts a bit under my gaze as you try to find a comfortable position. Stirred from my reverie by your movement, I turn my attention back to the satchel and its contents. I lift out a small flogger consisting of a braided leather handle attached to many strands of soft, twisted cord. This is just the implement to bring you pain/pleasure without leaving marks. I stand beside the bed and drag the soft cords across your face. As I do so, a tremor of anticipation ripples through your body. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! I strike your breasts with three quick stokes. You moan loudly. I strike your breasts several more times in rapid succession, and on the final stroke you scream louder than is permissible as the pain grows worse. "Quiet," I say. "Do you want the neighbors pounding on the walls?" And with that I turn my attention to the inner surfaces of your thighs. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! You strain at the ropes and try to turn your body away, but there is no escape. I change position and the next stoke, a firm one, cuts into your pussy lips. You scream in surprise. I strike you again and again, and your pussy lips become engorged and streaked, though the skin is not broken. Just as I am about to turn my attention back to your legs, there is a knock at the door. "Damn! I knew that I should have gagged you. You will pay for this later." As I walk toward the door, I hear the voice of the man outside identifying himself as security. Knowing that I have no other option, I open the door. "Everything okay in here? Someone in a neighboring room thought they heard someone scream." The middle-aged man glances over my shoulder and his eyes widen as he sees your bound feet. "Mind if I come in," he says as he pushes past me. He walks to the foot of the bed and looks up between your legs where your reddened pussy is seeping juices that stain the bedding below it. "My god! What do we have here?" "Just me and the missus having a little fun," is my quick reply. "You okay ma'am?" "Yes, I am fine." "Well damned if this isn't a new one on me. No one ever told me what to do in a case like this." Thinking quickly, I decide what I need to do to keep us from being evicted or worse. "If you are concerned about how she is doing, why don't you check out her body and make sure that I am not doing any serious damage." He seems to like the idea, but he hesitates a moment before stepping forward and caressing one of your breasts. The rope prevents him from grasping it with his whole hand, but he cups what he can and pinches your swollen nipple between his fingers. You body wiggles under his unfamiliar touch, but you do not make a sound in protest. He slides his hand down your body and between your legs. "Damn. She's flowing like a fountain! She must like this shit. Maybe I should try whipping my wife if this is what it does for them." I watch as he dips a finger into your dripping pussy. He pumps it back and forth enjoying the damp softness that he finds there. Soon he adds another finger and then a third as he strokes deep inside you. Your body begins to move rhythmically as he pumps his fingers deeper and harder. His touch brings you to an unexpected orgasm as you thrust your pelvis forcefully against his hand, soaking it with your cum. Your scream of ecstasy echoes around the room, though the guard does not seem to notice. "She squirted. Did you see that? She squirted all over my hand. That's a first for me," he says as he sniffs his hand. "I don't know if you noticed, but your fingers made her scream again when she came. What will the neighbors say? Perhaps you can help me to keep her from crying out again." He looks puzzled, but he does not say anything. I reach into the satchel and pull out a ball gag with black straps. I hand it to him, and he steps toward you. Without saying a word, he places the ball in your mouth then raises your head to tie the straps behind your head. You do not resist. "I guess that will solve the problem of noise coming from this room. You folks have a good evening." And with that, he turns and lets himself out of the room. Sherri's Punishment Ch. 03 With the security guard out of the way, I turn my attention back to you. You look lovely there on the bed, legs spread wide apart, eyes covered by a blindfold, and mouth gagged. As I take in your beauty, I slowly undress, carefully folding my clothes and placing them on the other bed. I intentionally do not speak to you. I want you to wonder what is coming next, what I might choose to do to abuse your body. I search through the satchel, and I pull out a long, black riding crop. I move to the foot of the bed and look up at you between your splayed legs. Juices still drip from your pussy, and the bed is soaked with your cum. This would make such a lovely picture for my bedroom wall, I think. I grab my camera and take several pictures including several close-ups of your wetness. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Putting the camera aside, I step back to the foot of the bed. I raise the crop, and without warning strike you firmly on your clit. CRACK! You body convulses in pain. A muffled scream escapes around the gag. Your soft skin immediately turns crimson at the site of the impact. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I hit you hard enough to cause pain to shoot through your body but not hard enough to leave anything other than short-term redness. I do, after all, have to send you home to hubby when the evening is over. I reach forward and caress your clit roughly. You try to pull away, but your restraints hold you in place. CRACK! "Don't try to pull away from me again, or you will regret it. Do you understand?" "Umurggh," you respond, and I take that to be an affirmative. I pinch your reddened clit between my fingers, softly at first and then harder and harder. You move your ass from side to side but do not pull away. Opaque juices flow from you cunt. I move my hand down and slip a finger between your engorged lips. It glides easily inside. I insert another finger, then a third. I pump my fingers deep inside you, imagining how your pussy would feel wrapped around my erect cock. Those thoughts arouse my body and my curiosity, and I decide to see how much of my hand you can take. I bunch my fingers together and push them into you. Despite your restraints, you try to spread your legs farther apart to accommodate my thrusting. I push harder and my fingers disappear inside you up to the knuckles. I enjoy the sight and feel of your pussy lips squeezing my hand. I push harder, and your moans tell me that I am now causing you pain. I push harder, stretching you wide, forcing my hand deeper inside. Perhaps I should have used some lotion I think, but just at that moment you relax and my hand is pulled farther in. I fuck you with my hand, slowly but deliberately. When I pull back, only the tips of my fingers remain inside you, and I can see your body relax. But each time I push forward and my hand is buried to the knuckles and beyond, you raise your ass up off the bed to better accommodate my probing. Your pussy becomes squishy with your wetness, and your aroma permeates the room. I can tell that you are coursing toward orgasm despite the pain. I thrust hard, gauging your movements and the moans escaping round the gag. Just as I feel that you are about to climax, I snatch my hand away, at the same time striking your pussy flesh with the crop. CRACK! CRAACK! CRAAAAK! Your body convulses with pain and pleasure. Your ass lifts off the bed time after time as your orgasm sweeps over you, and I wonder if the restraints will hold. You cum hard and squirt your nectar across the foot of the bed. You squirt a thick stream again and again, and soon the entire end of the bed is saturated. And still your body jerks in ecstasy. The restraints hold, and soon your trembling body settles back onto the bed. I see that you are covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and that you are biting your lower lip nearly to the point of breaking the skin. I can only imagine the pleasure that I have just brought you. I loosen your gag and have you lick your cum off of my hand. You seem to enjoy the task, so I allow you to lick until every droplet has been removed. Once you are done, I put the gag back in place. Now it is my turn. I pull away from you, and sit on the bed quietly for several minutes to give you time to think about what comes next. You of course have no clue, but your active mind surely conjures up many painful and pleasurable scenarios. Your head turns toward me as you hear me searching through the satchel again. I find what I am searching for, but again I sit quietly. The silence of the room envelops us. All I can hear is your shallow breathing as you anticipate my next move. I press to open the clip I hold between my fingers, and I silently move my hand so that it hovers over your breast. Without warning I snap the strong clip onto your nipple. You scream, but I am the only one who hears. The sudden, unexpected pain causes your body to jerk against your restraints, but they hold firm. I check to make sure that the clip is firmly seated, then I clip the second one to your other nipple and pinch it hard so that it digs into your delicate flesh. You are whimpering now, but I know that you are enjoying the intense pain, so I pay no attention to the pitiful sounds. "Say nothing," I command as I remove your gag. "Open wide," I say as I kneel beside your head. I thrust my hard cock between your lips and down to the threshold of your throat. You gag, and I pull back. After giving you a moment to recover, I thrust again, deeper and harder this time, but I quickly withdraw. Thrust hard! Pull back! Deep and hard! Deeper! Harder! I am fucking your mouth, plunging as far as I can without making you gag. Your mouth suctions my cock as your tongue swirls around its hardness. Your teeth lightly scrape my flesh on every stroke, but you are careful to keep from causing me pain. I am grateful. The pain is for you. I am the pain giver and you are the pain receiver. With that thought in mind I reach for the nearby riding crop. Raising the crop high, I bring it down on your clit just as I thrust my cock down your throat. Surprised by the pain, you nip me with your teeth. "Bitch," I murmur. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" As punishment for your indiscretion, I strike your clit again and again with the crop—CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. You writhe in pain/pleasure and suck hard on my dick. I take this as a signal that you want more, and I fuck your mouth more aggressively. I lean over you with my hands on the bed so that I can thrust my cock more directly into your mouth. I pump hard and soon my cock is sliding into your throat. The tightness feels like warm pussy clasping my erect phallus. Soon you have relaxed enough that I am able to fuck hard without causing you to gag, but I know there are limits on how deep I can go. I pause to give you time to catch a breath, then I plunge in again and again. I feel my body building toward climax, and I prepare to fill your mouth with cum. As I thrust hard, I raise the crop. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I shoot my load down your throat just as you near the crest of a powerful orgasm. Your body spasms wildly, and you shoot a stream of cum across the room and onto the dresser. The stream of cum is interrupted by each spasm of your pussy, but then it arches across the room as your muscles relax again. Over and over again you squirt though with diminishing force, until your well finally goes dry. I pull away from you. Your mouth remains open with the remnants of my load of semen visible inside. Your breathing is ragged, and for a moment it seems that you are having trouble catching your breath, but soon you are breathing evenly again. As I watch, occasional tremors course through your body. I stand and step to the foot of the bed and watch your pussy as it goes through its final convulsions. Such a lovely sight! "How was that?" I ask. "That was unreal! Can we do it again?" Your response makes me grin. No, I think to myself, we can't do it again. But there is more, much more, that we can do. Sherri's Punishment Ch. 04 I sit beside you as I wait for my breathing to return to normal. You are quiet as you wait. After several minutes, I stand next to your bed. I look directly down on your bound body. Your breasts are still red from being slapped earlier. Your nipples are purple and distended from the pressure of the clips. There are traces of my cum around your mouth, and your lips are bruised and slightly swollen from my assault. Your clit and the area around your pussy are fiery red from the stokes delivered with the riding crop. Much of the lower end of the bed is soaked with your juices. My, my, my, I think. You are indeed a lovely sight! I untie your restraints and unwrap the rope from around your body. You stretch your legs and rub your hands together to restore circulation. I am pleased to note that the padded restraints left only slightly reddened bands around your ankles, marks that will be gone by the time I return you to your husband. As I stand beside the bed, I give you the next command. "Up on your hands and knees with your ass toward me. And move quickly!" You comply with my order, and soon your luscious pussy with its full lips is directly in front of me. I adjust your position so that you are right where I want you to be. I reach down and feel your wetness, noting the fact that you pull away slightly due to the tenderness of your whipped flesh. I think for a moment about what I want to do to you next. You are mine to treat as I will, at least for another hour or two. How much pain do I want to inflict? How many times do I want to make you cum? Or should I even let you cum? That's it. I have answered my own question. Without warning, I use the flat of my hand to smack you on the ass. SMACK! I hit you again and again, and you cry out softly with each stoke. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After several strokes, I stop. "I do not want you to cum. Do you understand? You will only cum when I give you my permission. If you cum without that permission, I will march you out of this hotel naked and I will drop you off on the street in front of your house naked. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand. But how can I keep from cumming?" "That is your problem, not mine," I say as my hand comes down and strikes your ass with a resounding crack. I strike you again and again, alternating cheeks, until the globes of your ass are bright red. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! You whimper with pain as I spank you, but you do not cry out. You maintain your position, not pulling away, as I continue the thrashing. When I am finished rivulets of pussy juice are running down your legs, but you have withheld your orgasm as I commanded. I use my hands to push you toward the center of the bed, and I position you so that I can kneel behind you. I place the head of my dick at the entrance to your pussy and hold it there without moving. You push back slowly, trying to force my cock between your swollen lips. SMACK. SMACK. I slap your warm ass cheeks. "You will wait until I am ready. Do you understand?" "Yes. But I am so damned ready. Don't make me wait any longer." But I stay there behind you, my cock poised, ready to fill your pussy, and I do not move. The minutes tick by. Finally I begin. I use my hand to maneuver my cockhead along your slick lips and then up to your clit. I enjoy the smoothness as my flesh glides over yours. I caress your tender clit with my hardness. You push back against me, wanting more, needing relief. I move my cock back to between your lips, but still I do not push forward. I smack your ass cheek with my open hand. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Once, twice, I spank you, and then on the third stroke, I drive my cock into your pussy, burying it all the way to the hilt. You scream in surprise. I know the neighbors will hear, but I no longer care. If they want to listen to a woman getting fucked, that is fine with me. I know that the security guard will not return, so I press forward with my assault on your pussy. I thrust into you, stroke after stroke, my body slapping against your ass with the sounds echoing off the walls. You brace yourself with your arms to keep from being thrown forward as I fuck you deep and hard. As I fuck you, I begin striking your ass with my open palm on every stroke of my cock. Thrust. SLAP! Thrust. SLAP! Thrust. SLAP!. I feel your body moving beneath me as you respond to the fullness of my cock and the pain in your ass cheeks. You cry out on every stroke, and I know that a monstrous climax is building within you. Don't you dare cum! Don't you dare!" "Oh God! How can I hold it! You cock feels so goooood, and my ass is on fire. Oh, fuck me!" I slow down. I am not ready for this to be over. I want to see you suffer as you hold back your orgasm. I push deep inside you, then pull back out slowly. Once I am nearly free of your grasping muscle, I move forward again and fill your cunt. Back and forth--slowly, slowly, slowly. I feel your pussy walls clutching at my cock, grasping it, clasping it, trying to hold it inside you. I listen to your moans, to your begging for release. You begin to move your ass in small circles as I thrust inside you. I can tell that you are fighting against the strong orgasm that has built within you to the point where it is ready to bust free. But still I thrust slowly, drawing out my pleasure, teasing your body to the point of agony. And then I am ready. I push hard inside you, and at the same time slap your ass harder, harder than any of the previous strokes. SMAAACK! SMAACK! SMAACK! As I fuck you hard and deep, I strike your ass again and again. I feel your pussy walls clutching me tightly, and I know that you cannot hold off much longer. I slap your ass over and over again, and you cry out in pain/pleasure. When I feel my cum rising up out of my balls, I fuck you faster and faster, and I feel you moving your body in unison with mine. We are two fucking machines rising toward the ultimate release. "Cum! Cum now!" I scream as I full you with my cum. You emit a long sensual moan as your climax courses through your body. You push your ass back hard against me as you strive to take in every centimeter of my cock. Your pussy walls contract tight around it, holding it in place while your body convulses with pleasure. You cum hard, harder than I have ever seen anyone cum, as you soak the bed with your juices which shoot forcefully downward in a huge torrent. You yelp again and again as your ass waggles against me. And then it is over. The room grows silent. With my cock still deep inside you, you stop moving. Your pussy still pulsates and I can feel each contraction around my still hard dick. I savor the warmth of your pussy, the caresses of your contractions, the aroma of sex that wafts up around us. Damn that was good. I push you forward, and you ease down on the bed with my cock still inside you. We stay that way, locked together, as we recover from the exertion of a good, hard fuck. After several minutes I slide over beside you, and you turn to face me. I kiss you softly. "You are such a good fuck," I say. ""That was amazing! I did not think I could hold back that orgasm, but I did. And when I finally came, it was a monster. I have never cum so hard—ever!" "I think that this is just the beginning. I think that I can make you cum longer and harder than that. I think that I can take you places that you have never been, places that you have never even imagined. Are you ready to go there?" "Yes. Please take me there. Take me where you want to take me. Do with me what you will. I am yours." "That's just what I wanted to hear. But now you have to get dressed so I can take you home." "Can't I shower first? I smell of sweat and sex." "No. No shower. If your husband notices, you will just have to think quickly and come up with an acceptable explanation. But you need to be sure not to undress in front of him, or he will see my handprints on your ass and the crimson scars around your clit. Now get dressed without another word."