It had helped me understand that Wendy simply needed to surrender her will on occasion and let someone else be completely responsible for her. It allo...ed her mind to purge itself of emotions, memories, and responsibility that threatened all the time to overwhelm her. I understood this intellectually. But I thought it was just too kinky.“Tell me, Tony,” Sheila said as we chatted. “Exactly how is Wendy’s need for submission kinkier than your need for four wives?”“I don’t need four wives,” I. "You're always dopey so how would I know the difference?" Go away, Bro and let me rest."I watched her sleep, checking to make sure she was breathing about every two minutes. You know how it is when you get something locked in your head; you just keep going back to it over and over until it's been blown up into something way bigger than reality. Well, that's how it was watching Allie sleep. I kept imagining the worst and finally I couldn't stand it any more and woke her up after about an hour to. Ok, I'm sorry," she said, suddenly worried about his threat of punishment."You need to learn your lesson," he said sternly.With one swoop, he pulled her face-down across his lap. She struggled to get up and he held her down. "Stay put," he ordered.He lifted her skirt exposing her soft, round bottom. She had a very spankable bottom."What are you doing?" she shrieked, struggling again to get up."You disobeyed me, so now you will get a spanking!"He brought his hand down hard on her right cheek. Confused she looked down the bed to see a face slick with wetness appear from under the covers of her camp bed. It was Victoria her tent mate! Kate had sat upright recoiling from the feelings inside her. She was too shocked to say anything. Then Victoria had stood there quite calmly in the dim light pulled up her long tee shirt and fingered her self off in front of her. Minutes later Victoria was fast asleep, leaving Kate to cry and watch the dawn rising through the gap in the tent flap. Kate.