“CUT IT OUT!” she said to me angrily with an expression of
rage I had never seen before on her face, “Or, get this straight
Mr.—I’LL CUT IT OFF!”
“Sure, dear, I was only kidding around,” I said limply,
astonished by her fury, but Joan soon made clear she was interested
in more than apologies. XXNX I was crying like a baby. Unfortunately, she knew this too. Her bottom thwacking had reduced me to
the status of emotional jelly fish and I knew that from that moment
on, Joan could have her way with me in any way that she wanted. Anyway, not long after I married Joan, I began playfully
patting her on the bottom whenever I got the
opportunity—sometimes while she was on top while we were fucking,
sometimes just as we were doing things around the house, and
frequently, after my retirement last year, as she dressed in the
morning to go to work
