Do not feel lied to and used. I have enjoyed our little recreations and developed quite a fondness for you. If you like, we can have a final "celebrat...on" when we meet for the last time.A.I did feel lied to and used. Pissed off. Mightily pissed off. And mystified. But mostly just wanting to get the hell out of there.I sat back down on the cot and brooded. Sulked. Felt sorry for myself. Felt extremely sorry for myself. Got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Finally, I began examining my. Charlie saw the bright red impact mark it had left. Crack, crack, crack went Ashley, each time harder than the last as more and more welts appeared.“Now your turn,” she smiled, handing it back to Charlie.Building up her confidence she whipped Tony as hard as she dared and a satisfying thwack rang out, as a tiny red mark appeared. But something else happened, a stirring, an awakening of sorts. A surge of dopamine and endorphins rushed through her body. This felt good!Time and again she caned. I opened a bottle of wine and Carol called our daughter who came down from her room. We chitchatted for a few minutes as I got out a third glass and poured us all some."Me, I'm getting some wine with dinner?" she asked."Well you are growing up, honey, but don't take it if you don't want it," I told her.She took a sip and told us it was nice and that she appreciated it.We had a nice dinner and as I was pouring the last of the wine, Carol said, "I talked with Dad about what you. As I drifted off, her arm across my hip and mine under her neck, her head on my shoulder, I fleetingly wondered why she’d said nothing about my trauma. It did not worry or concern me and I think I must have gone to sleep smiling. We both awoke relatively early on Sunday morning, and after a visit each to the loo, made love in a business-like manner, totally the opposite from Saturday’s marathon. We both wished to give the other a satisfying orgasm, playing each other’s body with considerable.