Mattie took one look at my face and asked, “Everythin’ OK, Jamie?”The ‘Jamie’ was too much. My brother had called me Jamie, my friends. It s...emed so intimate and lovin’ and I choked on my reply, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.“Hey, man,” Matt said, gettin’ up from his armchair.“No!” I cried, puttin’ my hands up in a wardin’ gesture. “No… I’ll be OK in a minute.” I sat for a bit, waitin’ for my heart to stop beatin’, tryin’ to get back my equilibrium. “Sorry,” I said at last.“No. The canteens had solar cells to power a condenser that would automatically replenish them over time, drawing moisture from the air. Moisture was plentiful here, they were practically swimming. He sucked air into his mouth experimentally and felt wetness on his tongue. Sunlight might be a problem under this canopy however, if the canteens ran out of energy they would have to be filled conventionally from a fresh water source. Who knew where they might find one of those.“We must find shelter.”. I would try to explain how the situation could be achieved without the husband being intimidated or humiliated through actually being in control of the situation through allowing his wife to participate in something for both their pleasure. Whether Elaine fully concurs or not I am still unsure but, I do know she had used the fantasy on occasions to stimulate and enhance our sessions together so I believe she must be getting something from the sex-talk on occasions. How, after so many. Beth said that had Jane’s dad been alive he would have put her across his knee despite her 32 years. An idea began to form in my head, I was into spanking and here was an opportunity to have a session landed on my plate so to speak. I told Jane that I would help her but before doing so I was going to spank her both as a punishment as to her stupidity and as a warning not to do it again. Beth said that she would leave the room however; I made her stay to watch, I told her that she should also.