I don't want her scarred unless I do it."He took the whip in his shaky hand and I couldn't help but notice the bulge at the front of his trousers. My ...rection was down right painful, as it struggled to escape the confinement of my jeans."How hard should I hit her?" Give her a good solid shot in the ass and then compare the look of the welt to the ones I made. After that, you can adjust your power up or down."He nodded nervously and laid the first stripe across her lovely behind. His efforts. I croaked out a good morning in a disused, rusty voice.He'd missed me, too. The bed shifted as he quickly crawled in with me. I settled against him, happy to be close, prepared for the fucking we'd neglected for several days. Instead, he cradled me, hugged me, made me laugh, and then got back up.What the?! I...but...we...huh?I know better than to pout too much. Enticing him back might work better. He was getting dressed as I luxuriated in my nudity. Soft sheets against softer thighs. How could. Anyway, when the shit hit the fan, our parents recognized the possibility that we might get dragged into the whole mess. After all, we had parked the bug behind his house dozens of times, and some neighbor must have seen it there. That would come out in interviews, and someone would try to track down the owner of the vehicle described. And then we'd be interviewed, and just that fact, whether we admitted anything or not, would bring the stain of shame upon us all. I guess they didn't see any. "I wanted a little alone time with your naked body," she said."I'm glad." I turned around and kissed her. We washed each other but didn't do anything more than caress while washing each other.I exited the shower while Tamara was washing her hair. I dried my body and then my hair. I was getting dressed when she finally emerged from the shower. I loved the sensuousness she exuded while just doing everyday things. Of course for the past week, sex was included in those everyday things.I finished.