I decided not to answer again, and again the slapped me but this time I didn’t budge nor make a sound. I saw the anger in her face intensify somewha...t."Oh so we still wanna play hard to get do we........ Well I've already won, for you see now all I have to do is let nature be nature and do its thing." with that closing statement she slipped down and wrapped her lips around my deflated member.I tried to let my mind roam the most unattractive thoughts, in hopes I wouldn’t stiffen and she would. I commented on how poor he/she had taken the punishment and how the “So Called Mistress” let the punishment stop, this is despite her saying he was going to get 50 strokes.This started off a debate between myself and my wife. And sometimes we play bit of caning/strapping/whipping etc just to mention a few. I remember stating what a Simon only taking 8 strokes So I said he was a wimp, and the Mistress was not a genuine Mistress or she would not have stopped.And in retaliation, my wife said “ She. I got out of the tub, dried off and put on my silk pajamas. I went down stairs and curled up on the couch with a good book.At around 12:15, I heard the Jeep pull in the drive and both doors close. My son and Daniel both came in laughing and very loud. I told them to be quite please, and relax before nighttime. My son kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. Even Daniel hugged me and said he was sorry and I thought I felt Daniel’s bulge as he pulled me against him. I knew they both had to see. “Peggy, I have really enjoyed our conversation tonight and from all you have told me you are a strong, independent woman. I still can’t believe you have a 18 year old daughter,” said Nate, “and I love your dress, especially the low cut front.” Once more Nate stares at her perky breasts, not in a shy way but brazenly like he owns her.Peggy draws in a deep breath, it now seems almost normal for Nate to admire her breasts and she subconsciously pulls her shoulders back pushing them out even more..