Lovers?! We are not lov…. I’m married. You were a mistake. What do you want?” the preacher’s wife asked coldly. Well, usually I would deliver a set number of strokes with a cane, which you would count out. The cane is quite severe and would leave you with welts. As you are new to this practice, I will not cane you. Instead, I will spank you with my hand over your clothes at first and then on your bare bottom. This will give you the chance to adjust before I move on to hitting you with other implements.” He pointed to an array of paddles, whips, and straps he had laid out on the floor beside his desk. Layla swallowed. “You may stop the punishment at any time by saying the word red, but be warned, if I do not feel you have received adequate punishment, you will be fired. Is that clear?”

The next morning, sleepy faces appeared coming out of every tent. The teenagers washed up and sat around talking about what they were going to do that day. The adults were already up and preparing breakfast. Whenever Marge caught Johnny or Steve staring at her, she’d put a sausage between her lips and move it in and out. She noticed the bulges in their shorts and how they were uncomfortably trying to hide it from the others. Jessica turned to her friend who had her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Neither one could believe what they had just heard. Both had been taught that a girl shouldn’t behave that way, but Mrs. Calligan was… and she was the preacher’s wife.Marge Calligan felt totally liberated for the first time in her life. Raised by puritanical parents, her sexuality was repressed from puberty. Marrying a preacher didn’t help. He thought Satan caused his hard-on and his wife’s duty was to relieve his tension. Under the sanctity of the bed covers, the preacher would enter his wife with no foreplay, pump in and out a few times, and spill his seed. There was no lovemaking involved… and no pleasure for Marge. The preacher thought it was a sin to enjoy sex, being the Devil’s work. Well, they’re wrong. As long as everyone is consenting and no one gets hurt, there’s nothing wrong with having sex.” The preacher’s wife looked down into the clear water and saw the bulge in Johnny’s bathing suit. “Hmmm, looks like our talk is affecting you.” No one would believe you, you know,” the preacher’s wife said. “They’d believe me if I told them you guys were jerking off together, but they wouldn’t believe you.”

her: yesss, I know...that was wrong but I was so horny and he was so attractive! and I even had an orgasm!! College guys, football players and engineering nerds alike, popped from the library, classroom buildings, Student Union and dorms to get a look at the sexy lady with the flashy car. Bronwyn Evans, my college steady date, caught me kissing my Aunt Doris. She walked away as though she hadn’t seen. I was going to have plenty of explaining to do. Or maybe none at all. I couldn't believe he told me about this guy. I broke down, 'Why are you doing this to me?' I asked.Mrs. Stark stared at the preacher’s wife. She had been raised in their small, conservative town. This was new to her. But the prim and proper preacher’s wife was acting in a way she never would have imagined… and she was extremely turned on. Mr Larson rubbed his hand along the inside of her thighs and touched the wetness. “It looks like I am not striking you hard enough, Miss Farrow. I perhaps should have caned you after all. I will take care of this.”