Already five years have passed since my husband brought into our family life generally for offenses flog me at least once a week, which certainly went for me. I began to feel more calm and balanced. The first time it happened after a drunken spree with my girlfriend. I came home late. Male, not saying a word, put me to sleep. Morning terribly head pounding. Haunted feelings of guilt, and I bravely, with belt in hand, went to her husband and asked him to punish me as a little disobedient girl. "Well" - said the husband, and told me to take off her panties. He shuttered windows, took a belt, put me on the bed up booty and began slowly to flog. It was painful, but after whipping a sense of moral satisfaction and a sense of sensual redemption. Besides whipping increased sexual arousal, which arose from the anticipation of flogging, and when her husband entered me, I was just in seventh heaven.
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