That flick to doug's pouch quickly negated any thoughts of rebellion, and after his wrists were gratefully freed, obediently cleaned the mess he'd left on the floor.

Seeing louise dressed and bound in the manner in which she was, left him with two thoughts: Excitement about the fact that his wife would get the punishment she deserved; and admiration at Ms. Cockrill's vivid imagination.

Donning that pinstriped suit made doug feel like one of Al Capone's guys. It felt real smooth against his naked flesh, and he had to take special care when he raised the zipper over his sensitive crotch.

When doug saw the Dominant woman pick up the riding crop, he knew that louise's punishment was soon to commence, but he also knew that Ms. Cockrill could just as easily use that on him as well.