SpankBoy screamed.“Well, now. That must really hurt.”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. Medieval windmills waved at them with their wind wheels spinning languidly in the near wind still summer heat. Quaint villages with sleepy dogs and chirpy birds passed them.The standing heat made them tired. The girls were reading books and listening on their iPods. At night, the heat would not want to clear out of the boat. The girls slept out of view in their bedroom with the windows wide open. The night air was filled with the smell of trees and fish. Father was sleeping in plain view,. Amelia arrived at just before eight and less than ten minutes later she was on the phone to a friend she should have been out with making her excuses, while Bernard feasted on her soaking wet slit."Ooh yes" she purred, "It seems like forever since I've had any of this"She moaned again as his tongue parted her delicate nether lips and slid right into her wetness,"Mmm you're very wet" he smiled, "I love a nice wet pussy" I'll drown you when I cum" I'll look forward to it" he smiled and went back. I could treat the world like it was my playground. I could cheat death all the time, and I did. I could act on every impulse. I could have relationships with whomever, and not bother worrying about the consequences.“How could I not want to be back to being 34 years old, able to do whatever the hell I wanted, both in terms of consequences, and in physical ability? Now I have to live in the real world. I have to worry about my family. I have to be concerned with what you think, what the rest of.