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Sunday, March 21, 2021

Spanked for Peeking - FM Spanking Comic


When a  man tells a woman she is spankable , it is meant as a compliment,  but it is never advisable to tell her that when the woman is your girlfriend's sister....and your girlfriend is within hearing distance !

Linda shows her sister how she deals with her naughty boy , having him strip off and change into his 'panties' and then go over her lap for a long dose of herhairbrush.

Ironically ,Dana may be 'spankable' but he's the one who is getting spanked !

Monday, March 15, 2021

A Favourite Lost Spanking from DWC


This is one of my all time favourite spanking stories which was featured on Aunt Kay's DWC site.
The story remains in the the site but alas all the accompanying photos of the described spanking are gone.

I was able to retrieve one from my archives to include in the post and you can see this is a 'real' spanking from a true disciplinary wife who really knows how to spank!Look at the way she is really swinging that paddle ( unfortunately out of sight) , and the blisters forming on each of his cheeks.

You can tell he is really feeling it by his firm grip on her ankle , and it is such a nice touch by her to have him lay out her book of 'rules' on the floor for him to focus on while she is paddling his butt! Her shirt says it all and I believe she bought it and her paddle from Aunt Kay's online shop.

I doubt if the poor guy can focus on it at all the way she is whaling away on his rear.
The story itself is obviously true and is really well written to give the essence of a sound spanking administered by a strict but loving wife.

I hope you enjoy reading and re-reading it as much as I do.

Here is the link to the story at Aunt Kay's DWC site

Dear Aunt Kay,

Thank you for your wonderful and very informative site! My husband and I have been using domestic discipline in our marriage since 1997. Although we already had a strong marriage and a good relationship, it still needed some improvement. That is when my husband introduced me to your great website. Admittedly, I was taken aback at first because the mere idea of spanking a grown man seemed somewhat absurd. 

 However, once my husband confided in me that it was what he wanted, I decided to give it a chance. I agreed to take charge of his personal discipline. We both hoped that corporal punishment would help him curb some of his undesirable behavioral tendencies.  I am happy to say that it has served its purpose well! We both have come to appreciate the value that spanking him has added to our marriage.

 I keep a Disciplinary Diary which is a record of our domestic spankings. In this book there is a list of rules that we both must follow for the good of the marriage. Generally speaking I have no problem following them, however they are bit more challenging for my husband.  Any violation on his part of “The Rules” results in him getting a spanking. The duration of his spanking depends upon how many rules are broken. In this book I also keep a record of all his violations and the subsequent spankings.  

This is what our typical spanking set up looks like. In the first picture you can see my Disciplinary Diary on our spanking chair along with my favorite paddle. I purchased the paddle from your website, it is called “The School Maarm” and it is perfect for over-the-knee spanking!

 Once I am comfortably seated in the spanking chair, I  call my naughty boy into the room.  It is time for me to give him a good, hard, over-the-knee spanking.  I have him place the Disciplinary Diary on the floor where he will be able to see it once he is over my lap. Of course it is opened to “The Rules” page so he has something to focus on during his spanking.  He is then summoned to my right side and I discuss with him his infractions and why he is getting a spanking.  This is usually when the lecture or scolding begins.  I make sure that the paddle is sitting in my lap in order for him to see it. During the lecture, it is always difficult for him to maintain good eye contact with me because his eyes keep glancing down to my paddle. No doubt he is anticipating the pain that it will soon inflict upon his bottom!  

Satisfied that he understands the reason(s) for his spanking, I then direct him to bare his 
bottom. I have found that it seems to be more humiliating for him if I have him take his pants and underwear down himself. With fumbling fingers he unbuckles his belt and then unzips his pants.

    I always spank him on his bare bottom. I want to make sure he feels it and I think it adds an important ingredient to the entire experience. It serves to minimize the “male ego!” It is usually with a red face that my husband bares his bottom. It is my desire to make his rump just as red. His excitement is obvious once his pants are down around his ankles. However, within the first minute of his spanking that will be minimized as well.

 “Bare your bottom, Mister!” I order. “Pull those pants all the way down to your ankles. You know I always spank you bare.” I remind him. The only acceptable reply is, “Yes Ma’am!”  And “Yes Ma’am!” it is.  With his thumbs inside the waist of his pants, he simultaneously pulls down his pants and underwear. 

  I really appreciate the instruction that you give in your “Tips and Methods,” Aunt Kay.
I am especially fond of the Ambiance and Your Attitude admonition that a submissive man does not want a weak or lenient woman. He wants someone very strict and dominant. If he wanted anything different, he wouldn't be over your knees in the first place.  This is so very true! I must be stern with him so that there is no doubt in his mind that I am about to give him a spanking.
Even if I wanted to, I could not physically force my husband over my lap for a spanking. He goes over my knee because he knows it is in his best interest to do so. It is in the best interest of our marriage that I paddle his bottom on a regular basis. 

 As a result of applying your methods, I have come to appreciate the power of the paddle!
Non-DWC wives have to nag or badger their husbands to get things done or correct their bad behavior. And, as most women know, this rarely works. However, as we both can appreciate, our threats carry the force of an embarrassing and painful spanking. All I have to do is threaten my husband with the paddle and he knows that he had better straighten up! Otherwise, he is going to get paddled. This is discipline that I firmly and lovingly provide.  Corporal discipline is both what he needs and wants, even if he may not desire it at that particular time.  

  “That’s it, get those pants down around your ankles.”  I demand.  His britches will remain there for the next half hour or so. I will not allow him to pull them up again until after his spanking and corner time.

  Now it is time for him to assume the position. Of all the possible spanking positions, over-the-knee spanking is my favorite. It clearly establishes who is in charge during the session. While I am sitting down on my bottom, his bottom is bare and in the air waiting for my paddle! 

  With his pants and perhaps his pride down around his ankles, I tap my knee with the paddle. He knows to quickly obey my command. “Okay, get over my knee!”  Although I usually don’t have to say anything, I order him over my lap. “Yes Ma’am” he contritely responds.  Over my lap he goes.  As he climbs over my knee, I remember your instructions to not be afraid to humiliate, and above all, when that bare bottom is turned upside down across your knee waiting for the paddle or hairbrush, don't disappoint him. 

  Once he is in position and I am comfortable with his weight across my lap, I like to caress his bare bottom with my paddle. “You know better than to break the rules now don’t you?” I ask. “Yes Ma’am” he replies. His pale rump quivers in anticipation of the spanking to come.  “What happens when you break the rules?” I ask. “I get a spanking, Ma’am.” he answers. “Yes, you get a spanking.” I add. “A well deserved spanking! I am going to blister your bottom!” 
“Yes Ma’am.”  he acknowledges.  I now have his undivided attention! 

  I then begin his disciplinary session. I usually do my best to follow your advice Kay by
giving him a good warm-up. I begin his spanking by paddling his bottom in spurts of four to six licks. He begins to squirm a bit but he does his best to keep it to a minimum. 
Within the first minute of the spanking, I can feel that his excitement has waned.
The sting of my paddle has eliminated any of his sexual fantasies or desires to be spanked. This is a real spanking and the reality is that he is going to have a very sore and tender behind when I’m through! I am now completely focused on spanking his naughty bare bottom. 

  I increase the series of swats to ten or twelve. He moans in pain as he firmly clutches my left ankle.  “You deserve this spanking and you’re going to get it!” I scold him.
 “This is what happens when you act like a brat and break the rules!” 
“You keep your head down and your rump up !” I demand. “Yesss Maaaam!” he cries.  I can see that he is trying to cheat by straightening his legs. This makes it easier for him to take the spanking by clinching his buttocks. But I know how to remedy this situation.  “I see what you are doing!” I declare. His warm-up time is over.  

  I usually only allow a few minutes for warm-up time. It really depends on the number of infractions and how long the spanking is going to last. One violation results in a ten minute OTK spanking and five minutes more for each violation. This spanking was for two violations so it lasted for fifteen minutes.
 This is not fifteen minutes of non-stop spanking. I’m afraid my arm would give out if that were the case! This is the amount of time I’m paddling his bottom and scolding him between series. For longer spanking sessions which may last twenty-five to thirty minutes, I usually take a recess for my arm and send him to the corner midway through. Then once I’m ready, the timer starts again and he goes back over my knee for the remainder of his spanking.

“Bend your knees and hold your position!” I tell him as I tap the back of his knees with my paddle.  “Yes Ma’am ” He quickly answers catching his breath. Now I begin to paddle his bottom almost non-stop! The only time I pause is to catch my own breathe. 
It is during such a pause that I examine his bottom. I want to make sure that his rump is showing the signs of a good, hard spanking.  I can tell by his demeanor that the paddle is getting through to him.  If he wasn’t sorry before, he definitely is now! 

  “Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack….oooh!” The only sound in the room is the crack of the paddle across his bare bottom.  He moans and groans in pain as he secures a firm grip on my ankle once again.  With his knees bent, I begin to paddle the tenderest area of his behind. As you know Kay, this makes for a much more painful and therefore a more effective spanking!

  As I vigorously paddle his bottom, I am reminded of your instructions Kay. 
This isn't a small child you are holding over your lap by force -- this is a grown man who needs and wants a hard spanking. Give it to him and pay no attention to his cries for mercy. The longer and harder you spank, the more he will love you for it.  

This is so true! It seems the harder I spank him, the more loving and affectionate he is to me later. He is always a much more attentive and caring husband after I have given him a hard spanking. 

 I pause to catch my breath after delivering a series of fifty to sixty licks non-stop.
“Oh my God!” He exclaims. “My butt feels like it‘s on fire!” “Is my spanking almost over yet?” he whines. This is not an unusual question, even though he knows that it will be almost over once my timer goes off. “Did you hear the timer?” I ask. “No Ma’am” he replies.  I glance down at the timer and notice that there is only a few minutes left. “Did I say I was done paddling your bottom?” I ask. “ No Ma’am” he says. 
“ You know better than to ask if your spanking is over!” I reply firmly. 

“Yes Ma’am!” he bashfully answers. It is now time for the finale. This is the conclusion of his spanking. I often refer to this as his “rump roasting” because this is when I really aim to blister his bottom good.
 Yes this is when I want to make sure I drive home the message! “Give me your hand and bend your knees completely.” I demand. “Yes Ma’am” he replies as he reluctantly gives me his right hand. I take hold of his right hand with my left.  With his hand in mine, I now begin to swing the paddle as hard as I can, aiming exclusively for his sweet spot. “CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK……..OH GOD!” he cries.
He squirms in pain but he can’t go anywhere because I have his arm pinned behind his back. As he squeezes my hand, I tenaciously spank his bottom! “CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK……OOOOH! he cries.  

 I ignore his whimpering as I relentlessly roast his rump with the paddle! I want him to remember this lesson every time he sits down. In fact I want him to think about me and how his behavior affects us. He will be reminded of the consequences for not obeying the rules every time he sits down.

 As I blister his bottom, I recall your advice:  
A spanking should be an event to remember. Don't worry about how red his bottom gets. The more color you put into it, the better you are doing. Don't pay any attention to his cries and pleas and promises. He will tell you anything to get you to stop.  

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK …….OH….OOOH…PLEASE! he groans. By now I am totally focused on spanking him. With his bottom at a perfect 90 degree angle, I roast his rump non-stop. I blister his bottom swinging the paddle as hard as I can. His lips quiver in pain and his eyes tear up. Although he is not sobbing, his grip on my hand is deathly, his moans agonizing.

  The spanking is almost over so I must make every second count. Fifteen minutes ago his bottom was a pale creamy white but now it is a nice rosy shade of red. Mild blisters have formed on both of his buns. He struggles to hold his position but there is no escaping the paddle! I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my thigh. Every muscle in his body is tense and his breathing is labored but controlled.  The room is filled with the sound of my wooden paddle spanking his bare bottom accompanied by his moaning and groaning.  

  I paddle one cheek, then the other and then both doing my best to make sure I give his buns equal attention. It is during the conclusion of the session that I really focus on paddling the lower portion of his rump, where his legs meet his bottom.  He is going to feel this spanking for the next four or five days.  

“CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK …….OOOOH……UHHHH …..HONEY PLEASE!” he moans. The paddle keeps coming full force on the vulnerable target.
 The sounds of spanking are now accompanied with the sound of my timer. The spanking doesn’t end until I say it does. However, once the timer goes off I usually end the session shortly afterwards. If he has been really bad, then I may have him stand up for some additional licks with my stand-up paddle or cane. When this occurs he is required to grab his ankles and count each swat. 

 This is not the case for this illustrated story. His spanking is now over. As he lies across my lap and catches his breath, I examine is roasted rump. “Okay you may get up now.” I tell him. As he climbs off of my lap, I observe that his face matches his crimson bottom.
Once again I am reminded of your closing words Aunt Kay: When you let him up, his eyes should be wet with tears, his knees should be quivering, and his bottom blistered!  

  I now send my remorseful husband to the corner so he can think about why is bottom is  throbbing. “Now go stand in the corner and don’t come out until I tell you to.” I tell him. “Yes Ma’am” he replies. Once his corner time is over, he apologizes for his behavior and thanks me for spanking him. He now is allowed to pull his pants up and continue on with the rest of his day. For the next week or at least as long as his bottom is sore, he is a perfect gentlemen!  

 Spanking serves as a checks and balances system for us. It has helped us resolve some serious behavioral issues. It has made him a more dedicated husband and me a more confident wife. We are both happier as a result! This is what the Disciplinary Wives Club means to me. So thank you Aunt Kay and Jerry for your wonderful site! I hope you enjoy our first ever Real Story with pictures! 
                                                                                                      Mrs. Warren


Monday, March 8, 2021

The Lunch Date - FM Spanking Story

 "Thank you for taking me to lunch Honey, and for the lovely flowers. "Kate smiled , planting a brief but passionate kiss on her husband's lips.
Ernie attempted to pull her closer , but Kate pulled away , "Uh-uh big boy....not so fast ! We still have some unfinished business,  remember ?" she scolded ,  turning to lock the front door.

"You're locking the door?" a puzzled Ernie asked.
Kate nodded , "Of course I am Silly ! We'll need privacy for this , you wouldn't want any of the neighbours dropping by while I have you over my knee spanking your bare bottom do you?" she asked impishly.

"A're not serious......" Ernie asked nervously.
Kate rolled up her right sleeve , "Did You really think that lunch and a bunch of flowers would be  enough to make up for what you did Ernie ?" she asked him boldly , scooping the hairbrush from the dresser and tapping the hard back against her palm.

Ernie's jaw dropped , "....well no...I guess not.....but....a spanking? " he stammered nervously.
Kate wagged a finger at him , "Yes a spanking ! Ok , let's get on with it then , take your clothes off....all of them!" she ordered , taking her seat in the middle of the sofa and hoisting her dress to reveal her shapely, tanned thighs.
"Take my clothes off?  Why?" , Ernie babbled in protest but Kate remained resolute.

Kate wagged the brush at her husband as she spoke , "Well for one thing , having you naked while I scold you will be very humbling for you, secondly it will let you know that I'm in charge .......and thirdly it will save time , as your bare bottom will be all ready for my brush !" she replied with a wry grin.

A stunned Ernie stood frozen for a moment , his mouth agape.
"I'll count to three Ernie....and if I don't see those pants coming down I'll do it for you!" she declared confidently , smoothing out her dress.

Ernie remained indecisive and unmoved , conflicting thoughts warring in his mind .
His stubborn male pride told him to resist this abdication to his wife  , but he knew he had screwed up again and should accept his punishment,  no matter how humiliating it was going to be.

"One!" Kate called out , tapping the brush impatiently against her thigh.
Ernie was flustered , still fighting to make a decision  , "Please Honey .....can't we discuss this later .....I have to be back at the office in an hour !" he pleaded.
"Two!" Kate announced firmly.
Just as her mouth opened to complete the count , Ernie's fingers started fumbling with his belt .

A satisfied smile played on Kate's face when she saw her husband's pants drop to his ankles.
She eyed him warily as he removed each item of clothing until he hesitated , standing defiantly wearing only his final garment ,  a rather stylish pair of black satin boxers.

Kate noted that the conspicuous erection bulging within his boxers was likely he reason for his delay.
"You're trying my patience Ernie ....Get them down!" Kate scolded , and with a loud sigh , Ernie eased his fancy underwear down to the floor and stepped out if them , allowing his now fully erect shaft to spring  to attention.

Kate could not disguise  a girlish giggle at the sight of her red faced, naked ....and obviously excited Husband.
Curling a finger , she beckoned him to her , "Get over here!" she ordered curtly ,  pointing to the floor on her right,  and with  both his hands in front attempting to cover his modesty , Ernie shuffled over to the designated spot.

Kate was in her element now , in complete control and enjoying every second of her empowerment.
As Ernie stood obediently before her , hands at his sides , head bowed and shifting from foot to foot , she was on no hurry , and turned the dreaded brush over in her palm before speaking , "Well Ernie ? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she asked sternly.

Ernie hesitated , shuffling and staring at his feet , transformed by his wife from a strong , confident man to a contrite schoolboy.
The transfer of power was obvious to him,  as he stood naked and ashamed while his wife sat comfortably, fully clothed and self assured.

His eyes could not help focussing on the hard hairbrush in her hand which would soon be used on his bare buttocks.
"Well ? I'm waiting ....." Kate prompted impatiently.
Ernie cleared his throat , "I'm sorry for behaving so badly this month , being selfish , inconsiderate and taking you for granted...."he mumbled.

Kate raised a brow indicating displeasure , and Ernie quickly corrected himself , "I mean...uh...ah...I'm sorry Ma'am!" he added.
A wry smile played on his wife's face as her husband's thick shaft quivered before her.
"Hmmmm....are you excited about me giving you a spanking ?" She teased.
"No Ma'am...I mean ...yes Ma'am ....I suppose so Ma'am!" he replied , his face reddening. 

"Well? Let's  have you then !" Kate giggled , parting her legs slightly allowing Ernie's throbbing erection to nestle between her silky thighs , as he sprawled his hefty frame over her lap, before clamping them shut and trapping him firmly in place.

She smiled when his cheeks involuntarily clenched when she teasingly rubbed the back of the brush against his skin.
He knew what was coming and he knew it was going to be bad !
Just in case he had any doubts , Kate reminded him of her intentions as she continued to tease his rear end with the brush,  "I am going to blister your butt soooo good mister......and I'll enjoy every second of it. I wonder what your Assistant Mary would say if she knew her boss was over his wife's lap getting his naughty bare bottom spanked ? Perhaps I should call her and tell her why you'll be a little late?" She mused.

Ernie was aghast , "No Kate ....don't! Please don't Kate....I mean Ma'am!" he pleaded frantically.
Kate giggled , enjoying her husband's discomfort , "Well....OK....I suppose I won't tell her ........this time ....but I'm sure she's going to wonder why you're squirming in your chair all afternoon , because you'll be going back to the office with one very sore bottom mister!" she declared , raising the brush high over her head..........

As he made his way back to his office , Ernie could not hide the stiff , stuttered gait in his usual confident stride.
His wife's hairbrush had made its mark on him alright , leaving his  backside blistered , bruised and intensely sore.

The short drive back to the office had been agony in itself , and he wondered how he would be able to endure an entire afternoon of sitting at his desk.
Less than one hour after his intense spanking his bottom still burned and with every step he felt the scratchy chaffing .

To make matters worse , Friday afternoons were when he and his assistant Mary reviewed the status of open files , so he would have the added humiliation of sitting on his sore bottom while the attractive Mary sat across from him !

"Right on time !" the effervescent Mary chirped as Ernie arrived.
Ernie paused to consult his watch , it was 1.20pm and lunch ended at 1pm.
His afternoon rendezvous with his wife had taken longer than expected , but he had not set a time for his return , "On time? I thought I was late?" he replied , concealing a grimace.

Mary smiled , "Your wife called me to let me know you'd be about 20 minutes late , and it's 1.20..?"she told him.
Ernie blushed, he had asked Kate not to call Mary and now he was worried what else she had told Mary.
"Sounds like you had a wonderful lunch together...." Mary grinned impishly.
"Uh...yes...we did........why don't you bring the files in and we can get started Mary."Ernie replied , in an attempt to change the conversation, not realizing he had made a serious error.

By the time Ernie had removed his coat , Mary was already sitting comfortably , legs crossed revealing her shapely 'dancers' legs , sheathed in black nylon and enhanced by her  4" heels.
Her tight blouse had one button too many undone , revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage and her long hair pinned back revealing taut cheekbones.

She peered at the files on her lap over dark rimmed glasses perched on her pretty nose while Ernie tentatively viewed the large leather chair behind his desk and lurched slowly to it.
With Mary's attention temporarily focussed on the files , he proceeded to slowly and carefully lower himself onto his seat , both hands clutching the chair to absorb the weight.

His precautions made little difference , as the pain in his rear end intensified sharply once he allowed his full weight to descend on the chair, producing an involuntary "UHHH! which caused Mary to look up.
It was too late to hide the grimace contorting his face , and the shifting on his seat.
Mary lifted her glasses , "Are you ok Ernie !" she asked with just a hint of a grin.
"Oh Yesss !" Ernie gasped in reply , still squirming on his seat , "Let's get started...."

Mary shook her head and handed him the first file.
The pain in Ernie's behind made it very difficult for him to concentrate on listening to his assistant , and she soon noticed that her boss was somewhat distracted.
"Are you sure you're OK Ernie ? You don't look at all comfortable ...." she asked with genuine concern , turning her Boss' face as crimson as his bottom.

Thankfully , Ernie's cell phone rang , and he gratefully rose from his chair , pausing when he saw Kate was the caller , "Oh Hi Kate ..." Ernie began , "er.....ahh....actually it's kind of a bad time time to talk right now , can I call you back ?" he proposed.

"Actually you can't Darling. I promised you that I would be checking up on you this afternoon didn't I? Don't tell me you've forgotten already ? Oh dear....because if you have,  I'm afraid you'll be getting another dose of my brush tonight !" Kate teased.

Ernie glanced over at a smirking Mary who seemed to be enjoying his discomfort , " I haven't forgotten Kate.....thanks for calling ...." he babbled.
"Soooooo......tell me my dear Husband , how is your poor bottom feeling? It must be terribly sore .
That was quite the blistering I gave you , so I expect you're finding it quite difficult to sit ?" Kate asked with a smirk.

"Yes....yes I am quite sore Kate." Ernie whispered .
"You'll whispering so I expect Mary is in your office .....she must be wondering why you're squirming so much in your chair ?" Kate asked.

Ernie blushed , he just wanted this call to end , while Kate was relishing dragging it out.
"Well Ernie.....answer me please ! You know what happens when you're stubborn !" Kate added sternly to prompt her husband.

Ernie gulped , "Yes she is .....and she was just asking about that when you called ...." 
Kate laughed , "Ah! So you're not sitting now ?" Kate deduced.
Ernie was becoming irritated now and it showed in his voice , "No I'm not sitting !" he replied abruptly.
"I don't think I like your tone Ernie ! Now be a good boy and sit down so we can finish this little talk." Kate scolded.

Ernie warily eyed the chair and his pretty Secretary's smug expression.
Despite his best efforts , he was unable to hide his wincing and grimacing when he eased himself down onto it .
Mary giggled at his efforts which embarrassed him even more.

"So , now you're seated comfortably ....I should say uncomfortably.....answer my question and we can wrap this up Ernie is your bottom feeling ?" Kate asked.
Ernie knew , however he responded , this was going to be humiliating , but he also knew there was no escape , "Very sore feels like it's on fire  !" he blurted.

Kate giggled , enjoying her power and ability to make her husband squirm , especially in the presence of an attractive woman , "Good ! Well if you please me tonight , perhaps I'll cool it down with some nice soothing creme ....would you like that Ernie ?" she pouted.
Despite his embarrassment , Ernie felt a stirring in his loins as his wife proceeded to tell him , in some detail, how she expected him to please her this evening.

Once the call finished , Ernie's excitement continued as his eyes feasted on the delectable Mary who was flashing a shapely stocking top, revealing a tiny heart tattoo on her milky white thigh.
Now Ernie was doubly uncomfortable , a sore backside and a raging erection straining in his pants.

"You didn't answer ...." Mary finally said to a dazed Ernie.
"Uh?" Ernie responded.
"Why you're squirming ...." she reminded him.
"Oh it's nothing .....just my old football injury playing up again." Ernie mumbled.

Mary grinned , "Really ? A football injury? There ?" she teased , ".....because you look exactly like my boyfriend does after I've given him a good spanking !" she added , rendering her Boss into stunned surprise.
"He tells me my spankings make his bottom feel like it's on fire too !" she giggled ,"Your wife and I should compare notes !"