Ashley's visit to me set off some kind of alarm, or sensor or something. I can't explain it. What I can tell you is that I eavesdropped on the huddle,...when it finally took place. They spoke around mouthfuls of warm cookie, but I still heard most of it. I got there a little late, because I figured if I let them get started, they might not notice any sounds I made as I eased toward the door. It was closed, but it was a hollow core door, so I could hear through it if I pressed my ear right against. That was the evening that was set aside for Amanda's maintenance spanking. It started a few months ago after they had a heated argument. They had been married for several years, and to them both it seemed like little things would get under each other's skins and build until there was an argument, followed by the bad moods, then the apologies, the make-up sex... It was all a cycle. They liked the up part of the cycle, but it seemed to go hand-in-hand with the down part. That is, until Amanda ran. Her legs opened a little more, and I was in danger of embarrassing myself as my cock started to harden. I imagined the girls all laughing at me, and it reduced back to good and floppy. I could see the dark line of shadow in the middle of them. Oh my! I can see her slit through her panties! I thought. She finished talking, jumped down and smiled. As they left, Miss Blaine went over and said something.“No? Really? Oh, my goodness!” she turned and looked at me, smiled, shrugged, walked on.“James,. ”Jack watched as the teen carefully put away the journal and locked up the cabinet, and then checked the environmental controls and the nitrogen levels. He was quite impressed with her thoroughness and her interest in history. Finished, she turned to him and said, “Finished!”He nodded. “You might as well put on your swimsuit and then some shorts and a t-shirt for the drive. Pack some clothing for later in a gym bag or something. There’s a locker room and we can put that stuff there, and then.