Kelli woke feeling surprisingly relaxed and refreshed. She'd come to enjoy the feeling of cotton sheets on her nude body, and doubted that she'd ever want to go back to wearing flannel pajamas to bed. Unless Jack wanted her to, of course. She stretched out under the sheets, noting how the folds of cloth created a topography as it lay across her body. The craggy peaks where her toes pressed against the taut sheet. The twin mounds of her legs creating a valley between, leading north to her .. well, to her cave. Then the wider mound indicating her stomach, up to the smooth slopes of her breasts, where the white cloth faintly trembled and shook with her every breath.

Thinking of her breasts, she quickly pulled the sheet down to expose them, her fingers tenderly playing over the taut skin and sensitive nipples. For all the abuse they'd taken, they thankfully looked no worse for the wear. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of Jack's mouth on them yesterday, his lips and tongue gently bathing the hurt away while rapidly bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She'd felt his tongue again later that night, too, when he'd eaten her out as dessert after their meal. Though she hadn't cum, it had been decidedly pleasant, especially so given the tender way he had done it, and the way he'd cuddled with her afterward.

It was exhilarating, really, not knowing what was going to happen next. Which Jack would show up? The kind and gentle one of the night before? The wicked one from their drive to the spring? The lecherous one from the previous morning? By now, she'd stopped even trying to guess what Jack would do next. He'd taken her to heights of pleasure she'd never knew existed. He'd changed her whole attitude towards sex already. And if she had to go through six more days of penance, so be it.

She certainly hadn't expected that Jack would pardon her from her duties that morning. That meant she didn't have to awaken him with a blow job. Or get his shower ready for him. Or even bend over for her morning spanking. She strained to look out the bedroom door, wondering where he might be. As the scent of bacon and eggs hit her, she realized that he must be cooking breakfast. Cooking for her? Just as some suspicions at this kind behavior began to take hold, she felt her stomach grumble. Suspicious or not, she'd barely eaten in the last 24 hours, and her body was letting her know it.

Sliding out of bed, she padded to the bathroom to go potty and to freshen herself up. That morning ritual hadn't been revoked, and she knew that Jack would want to see her freshly scrubbed and ready for anything. Teeth brushed, hair combed and face clean, she slipped into the short white robe hanging on the door. Like all the clothes they'd brought for her, it revealed far too much skin, the bottom barely covering the mounds of her butt. In fact, she knew that if she bent over just the tiniest bit, the terry cloth would ride up enough to reveal the pink folds of her pussy. Jack had proven this to be true, too, when he fondled her from behind without disturbing the robe in any way. The front wasn't much better, since there wasn't enough fabric to even begin to cover her breasts adequately. And when she cinched the robe the way he liked, she could barely keep her nipples covered. Not that it really mattered, she thought, surveying herself in the mirror. She'd long since stopped feeling embarrassed walking around nude in front of her husband.

To her delight, Jack had indeed made breakfast for both of them, and they lingered over it for a good half hour. Then it was into the shower, where she assiduously washed every inch of his body with just her hands and some soap, taking special care to make sure his cock was glistening clean. As she towelled him off, and then herself, she felt almost as blissful as she had on their honeymoon. Except that then they'd kept all of their sexual activities under the covers and in the dark. It was somewhat unsettling that she was now so familiar with his private parts, especially in comparison to their early life together. But that was in the past. The old fears. And the old Kelli.

Jack seemed to be in great spirits, energetically moving about the room and whistling snatches of different songs. At his suggestion, she wore only a small pair thong panties and the white robe she'd worn earlier. They were going for a little walk, he'd declared earlier. She knew by now that he meant something more than a walk was planned, and she shivered a little at the thought of what that could mean. The thick backpack of "supplies" looked pretty ominous to her.

Walking through the woods, she instinctively tried to pull the robe tighter to conceal more of her body, but to no avail. If she pulled the hem down, it left more of her breasts exposed. Pulling the cloth tighter revealed more of her butt. Thankfully, anyone who spotted her wouldn't have a clear view of her pussy, though the sheer fabric of her panties didn't leave much to the imagination.