”SpankBoy struggled to speak. It took three tries to get words to come out. “I’m sorry . . . ma’am. That was a surprise. I’ll try not to...yell out if you wish to continue.”“You’ve had enough. Get your clothes on.”Dressing after a thorough punishment was another aspect of the experience that SpankBoy both anticipated and feared. His underpants were the worst as they rubbed tightly against his welts. The pants were looser but still stirred the embers on his whipped flesh.Dressed, SpankBoy. I released a deep breath as I felt a good kind of tired from my climax. She grabbed a tissue from my night stand and spit in to it. I was still looking at her bald crotch just inches from my face. I gave her a few more licks and then we lie back together on my pillow and fell asleep.The next morning I woke up with Jill asleep at my side. The memory of last night made me a little worried and excited at the same time. I got out of bed and went in to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and used the. ..I watched as she made small talk with him offering him a cup of tea "or would you join me in a glass of wine "she said pouring herself one he accepted ...the conversation went on for 20 or so minute which seemed like hours for meas they sat at the island in the kitchen ..I could tell my wife was nervous as she had polished off the bottle of wine ...as I started to wonder if anything was going to happen my wife started bringing the conversation around to looks and being an older woman to which. "Steven had the grace to look ashamed."So you told him." You bet. I had to go into the coma before he came to his senses." She smiled lovingly at him.Mary looked between them and saw the love."Good," she said. "Very, very good. I loved Aunt Betty and I reckon I'm going to love Aunt Becca too." Don't you dare!" Love you?" Mischief filled her face."No! Call me Aunt or Aunty. I told you about Isobel." Very well, Aunty Becca." Grrr!"They all helped clear away and wash up before taking their coffee.