Derek moves swiftly. Turning from me, he’s on his wife.
“Third day in a row. Are you going to survive?” he questions her accusingly.
She doesn’t reply. No reply was intended. Drawing her over the back of a chair, he takes a leash from his pocket, wraps the leather around her wrists, knots the end and then draws the remains down to the front of the chair, securing the looped handle under one leg.
Billy shoots up from his seat, and takes the paddle Derek hands him. For an instant, I think it’s meant for me, Derek’s lecture turning on me. I’m quickly relieved, but nonetheless amazed to see my fiancé with stunning bravado, wrenching Hope’s dress above her ass, baring her cheeks except for a pair of thin blue panties covering them. These, he jerks away, and this submissive’s broad ass appe
