I never got to go to Australia again. The little time I got for leave was spent with family and fishing. Kim and I still talked over the years. She’... been in and out of other relationships the same as I had. For me, none of those relationships felt as right as it did with Kim. Standing there on the beach I suddenly realized why I felt compelled to be there. Turning and running back to the waiter at the volleyball court I ask him for his pen and a sheet of paper. Snatching his pen and a empty. " "Give him one more, then I want to give him the last two strokes," Mary said. Tap, whistle, SPLAT. "Four, thank you, ma'am," I said. Now my bottom was really hurting. It took all that was in me to stay in place. "You're doing a good job for never been caned before," Mary said. "Here comes number five." SPLAT. "Five, thank you, Mary," I said. My whole bottom felt like it was on fire. "Your last stroke I want to place in the crease between your bottom and the top of your legs," Mary. She made no reply."Wake up," I hissed."What?" She said halfheartedly, feigning sleepiness and rolling over toward me.I took a deep breath. "So," I began, not really certain where I was going with this. My mouth continued where my brain left off. "You like having your cunt eaten by dogs?"She fell still. I could sense the tension. "I asked?" I said a little more firmly."Yes, queer! I do. What's it to you? Wish you were a dog?" She spat back suddenly awake and full of indignant vitriol.I. Once I had the bikini on I sought out my wife to get her suggestions. I found her on the patio with a beach towel in hand.She handed me the towel and told me, "Spread it out on the lawn, Sara and lay on your belly."She took several pictures of me in this position from various angles and then had me position myself in other poses and she took more photos."Okay, Sara, I'm going to load these pictures on the computer, lie still until I come get you."About 30 minutes later she returned and asked me.