The entire evening had been a long tease for him. Watching Michelle parade her beautiful naked body in front of him all night long had gotten him more...worked up than he realized. It was only when he finally had his hands on her body that he felt the intensity of his desire. Her fingernails dug into his back and she moaned as her body quivered. It was clear that the evening had been a giant build-up for her as well. Now that they were having sex, Charlie wondered how he could have ever doubted. Her face became a sea of emotions, exhaustion and both pain and excitement. A dozen strokes, none of which were skin breaking followed. Suddenly he threw down the whip and fetched the cane. He moved position, caught up the cane and knowing what was next she whimpered. With a swish the whippy cane struck home, a line across the both cheeks leaving a red line and jerking her body on its rope suspension. Thwack, the second strike, tears ran, a dozen stripes all parallel, and close had her crying. We had a few other friends from HS at NC State so we had a little community. One weekend I went to se him when a football game was taking place. At some point, we had to run back to the apartment from the tailgate. It reminded me of the days of old and our "beer runs" and I told him so. He said that he had just been thinking the same thing. As I was in the head taking a piss I asked him if he ever thought about those days? When I turned around he was on his knees in front of me. He took my cock. I started there and then, taking down all of the photos of us and throwing them in the fire, it wasn’t like either of us were ever going to need them. As the weeks went by, I got my groove back at work. Jack returned to being Mr. McCarthy and I only ever heard from him in random emails he’d send me every once in a while. I was still holding out hope that maybe one day we’d have something, but I was sincerely happy on my own for now, holding my own heart. About six months after my night with.