I needed to work on that.We had not been any farther north than Chicago, so we got ready, and I TPed us to the roof of the Palmer House, since I was v...ry familiar with that. Each one of us was wearing a pack with items that would be necessary to our mission, but were not the kind of thing that we would wear. There was spare food and water, spare ammunition, sleeping bags, and that sort of thing. We planned to find a place to hide the stuff, and I would TP it in as we needed it. We could have. The shower ran for a very long time. Eventually they emerged, again dressed for the party. This time they greeted me.Angie explained “Tom could not wait until after the party!”.Tom said “I hope that you don't mind Mr Smith. She looks so hot dressed like that. I don't think that she wanted to wait either.”I replied “I don't mind you two fucking and I can understand the urgency, but I do object to you calling me Mr Smith. Please call me Phil.”“OK Phil. We are really going to the party now, but. The fiery pain continued unabated. It didn't seem to hurt any less. I wanted to cry out again. I sighed as the smacks decreased in force to 'hard' rather than walloping. "It hurts so badly." "I know it does, sweetheart. Look at the clock." I was half way through. He knew how much it hurt, because he had been punished in the exact same way. I concentrated on breathing. My behind was stinging, sore and raw and I was only half way through. I didn't consider asking for mercy or yelling again. I. I peered around the separating wall to see my wife, standing completely nude with her back to me, peeing. I frowned and pondered if I had actually woken up at all. I glanced back to the bed, rubbed the sleep from my eyes again, and accepted that I was indeed awake. "What are you doing?" I said, my eyebrows knotting together.She turned her head without turning her body. Her countenance was a strange mixture of incredulous green eyes and a wild, amazed smile. "I have a dick!" She said, blinking.