I was standing at the helm, watching the other boat traffic, merging in-line to exit the harbor. I turned on the GPS which gave me a bearing. I headed...north for a couple of hours, then cut the engine. It was time to learn how to sail.I had just 'inherited' a Beneteau Oceanis 281, a 28 foot sloop. I had no goddamned idea of what I was doing. I'd been on a powerboat on the Mississippi while fishing, and the same on a 42 foot ocean going boat on a day-charter trying to catch salmon. I'd never been. I often thought of hiding in the closet just to watch her undress or hide in the bathroom closet to watch her bathe but was always fearful of being caught. I think she sensed this because at times she seemed to position herself so I could catch a glance or leave the bedroom or bathroom door cracked so I might catch a glimpse.So it was that one afternoon when we were alone in the house, that she went to her room, undressed, wrapped a towel around herself, and went to the bathroom for a shower. . The whole thing seemed so abstract and academic when they were talking it over their morning bagels. But now... She had given her husband a license to whip her ass until she asked him to stop? Was she nuts? "No," she told herself. She was teaching Joe a lesson. She knew she wanted him to spank her harder when they were playing. She had to teach him what that meant. "Yes, Joe. Don't stop until you hear me say 'Uncle.'" He laid his belt against her ass and she closed her eyes. The belt. You clench down on my cock, milking it. That prolongs my orgasm. The feeling of you clenching around my cock is incredible. Your little back and forth movements also feel good as your grind your pubic bone against mine, putting pressure on your clit. You rock your hips in short, quick movements to get that little extra stimulation. When I’m done, you remain sitting on top and make little circles with your hips on my groin. You’re holding your breasts but you do not remove the chain. Then.