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"How`s your bottom?" Carl asked as he helped carry empty dinner dishes to the
kitchen sink.

"Hurts like hell," Sarasue replied. "Didn`t you notice me sitting on a
cushion?"

"Yeah, I noticed."

"How about working on some other part of my anatomy tonight?"

"Yeah. Hey, the world won`t come to an end if we skip a night or two."

"I have a novel idea," Sarasue said trying to sound lighthearted. "Why
don`t we try conventional sex tonight. You know, we kiss and stroke each other and imitate
missionaries."

"That would be different," he laughed. "Here`s the plan. I`ll take my bath
while you wash the dishes. We`ll meet in the bedroom for a night of unbridled conventional
passion."

Only one bedside lamp was burning when Carl, nude and still damp, entered the bedroom. He
smiled at Sarasue who lay on her back, completely nude.

"I have something for you," she cooed as she fingered her erect nipples.

He snapped on the overhead light.

"What the hell?"

"Turn over," he said as he sat beside her.

"I don`t think you really want to see that," she protested.

He pushed her over on her stomach and stared in horror at the damage his belt caused the
previous night. Gently he touched the few areas of her buttocks not showing heavy bruises
and swelling.

"If you`ve got to spank me, I can take it," she said reaching for him.
"Damn, Carl," she exclaimed. "That`s the first time I`ve ever touched you
when you weren`t hard."

Tenderly he kissed her battered bottom, and then began massaging her shoulders as she
usually massaged his. "Sarasue, I`ve been thinking."

"I knew it was too good to last."

"I wish you`d stop trying to put words in my mouth."

"Sorry."

"Sarasue," he started again. "I like everything about you. You have a
great body and know how to use it. You`re the best damned cook around and I certainly do
like having a hot breakfast every morning when I get up."

"But?"

"But I don`t like hurting you, even if you do get pleasure out of it. I read
sadistic stories in my teens and they always turned me on, so when you suggested it I
thought it would be great fun. It isn`t. Once I get started, I just can`t quit, like last
night. Then I really feel terrible. I`m just not going to do it anymore."

Very carefully she turned over on her back and drew his hands to her breasts, pretending
they were not still sore from the abuse he inflicted every night since their relationship
began.

"I know this is your thing," he continued softly, "and there`s nothing
wrong with it in my book. I just can`t participate anymore. Besides, you wanted to be on
the giving end once in a while and I never allowed you to do that. You`ll meet somebody
who`ll?"

"Hush a minute," she said. "After my husband died, I started talking trash
with different people on the Internet. There was one guy I met who began sharing his
fantasies with me by e-mail. I started making up stuff to send back to him. I don`t know
who made up the first sadomasochistic message, but once we started there seemed to be no
end. The tales grew wilder and wilder. Somewhere along the line, I convinced myself that I
would actually enjoy it. You`re the first one I ever tried it with. Guess what?"

"You don`t like it either?" he asked, surprised.

"Anybody who thinks orgasms are more intense when the body is wracked with pain has
a bunch of screws that need tightening if you ask me," she laughed.

"Well I`ll be damned." He kissed each of her nipples.

"It`s back," she giggled, groping between his muscular legs.

"Is there any way we can do it tonight without hurting you?" he asked.

"Let me on top," she grinned, "but go easy on the boobs."

She impaled herself and he contented himself with stroking her thighs.

"You know why I spend so much time working on the house next to Rita Holder`s?"
he mused.

"So you can see me more often?"

"Well, yes, but that`s not all. That`s my house we`re building and it should be
ready to move into in a couple of weeks."

"Hmm," she replied.

"I was just thinking. Would you be interested in being my live-in
housekeeper?"

"Yessss," she cried.

He wasn`t sure if she answered his question, experienced an orgasm, or both, but he
managed to blurt out, "Greaaat."