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I nibbled at a chicken leg as I watched my husband. He was in repose, lying on the blanket, propped up on one elbow. He'd rolled his shirtsleeves up due to the heat and his hat sat beside him. His long legs stretched out to reach past the edge of the blanket. He was so tall, so...big. Just thinking about how he felt atop me, his weight ensuring I could not escape his advances. Not that I'd wanted to. On the contrary. Other than the spanking, I'd enjoyed every bit of his attentions. Even when he put that...plug in my ass. Could feel it now. If I wasn't deceiving myself, I would admit that the feel of the spanking had morphed from indignation and embarrassment into heat and arousal. Why did I like him striking me so? Why had I found pleasure in the pain?
"You know the men Emily an
