Punishment Second Visit
You will remember my telling you about the games which Mark, my husband, and I like to play and how we had found that Georgian house in Southampton where fantasies became reality. Of course, I had to pay a second visit and it was delicious to know that, when Mark made the booking, he will have chosen my inconveniences from a ticklist on the website so, in effect, it was he who would be inflicting my punishments that weekend. As with last time, I left work early on Friday afternoon and took a train and a taxi to the imposing front steps of the property. I was admitted by the same hard-faced, middle-aged woman but this time she was dressed as a nun and she had a chain belt about her waist with a bunch …