The following morning we walked to the beach on our bathing costumes, Jean in a two-piece costume an I in trunks which had an elasticated waist. We pa...ddled in the shallows and found the water was rather chilly. Jean said that her swim would be a short one and I said mine would be, too. I dived into a pretty large wave and to my horror my trunks slid right off me from the force of the wave. I tried to catch them but failed. There I was, stark naked, not far from my sister so I was in a quandary.. I could also feel my cock twitch, begging for freedom to grow more.“I don’t care!” Sheri barked back at me as she reached down and grabbed my chain. Then before I knew what was going on, she stood up and stepped so the length of chain so it ran under the arch of her shoe. “I told you to get your clothes off and I meant all of them, now do it!!” Without a warning, she grabbed the whip and flipped it once, bringing the weight of it crashing across the bare skin of my back with a crack!! I. "May I hold you for a while, my pixie love?" I asked softly. She nodded her head and came to hug me. I picked her up and carried her to the big chair. I didn't try anything sexual with her at all. I just held her on my lap and we watched the crackling fire. I had to remind myself of a vow I took nearly a year ago. If this would keep Rhonda happy and healthy, I would do it, no matter what. "Honey?" I whispered. She looked up at me and her eyes seemed sad. "Is this what you really want to do?". ..”When I looked up from the otherwise unremarkable sword in my hand, every person in the room, including King Harry, Princess Meghan and Princess Guinevere, were kneeling.Oh fuck.Maybe this is where I should stop and try and put this all in context. I can imagine that anyone reading my journal at this point is pretty damn confused, right?Okay, so ... where to start?Everyone learns the Arthurian legend, it is a great story and taught in schools all over the world. It is a distinctly Anglo.