The undergarments are here," she said,pointing to a series of drawers, "and all of my hose and shoes are in thiscloset. I'm going to shower, so hurry ...and get ready sweetheart." I rummaged through the drawers and found a matching set of silk panties andbra in pink satin lace. I slid on a pair of white sheer hose, and chose atight pink velvet skirt. After wrapping myself in the soft bra I wore atight white blouse. I opted to keep the same shoes I had worn all day, theywere just too comfy. I. “Bend over my lap, Ruth,” she commanded. Sharon picked the hairbrush up as I got to her and I immediately bent across her waiting lap. I knew it was going to be a very hard spanking. “I cannot believe you,” she told me sternly. “You have been so good for two days, and then look. Once again your mouth was working without your brain.” Sharon rubbed my bottom as she berated me. On and on she told me off, until she was satisfied I knew how naughty I had been. Sure enough the rubbing stopped. There. The more delicate operation was next. Jessie was spread wide and it was all I could do to keep myself from planting my mouth right over it. I had Jessie lean back further and placed two fingers over her opening, with my fingertips directly over her clit. I knew that not all that lubrication was from the lather. Her eyes closed as I pressed down and I could feel her clit start to push back. It was a delicate operation because not only didn't I want to cut Jessie, I didn't want to loose any. My wife and I had been at the tail end of the hippy generation, and when we met we were both enamored with the hippy lifestyle: free love, peace, happiness, all of that. When we moved in together, we decided our home would be completely nudist. If anyone wanted to come over, they’d have to strip down, just like us. It really wasn’t a problem since most of our friends were hippies, too, so on any given night, you could find us sitting around getting high, listening to records with four or five.