“What kind of cream was she talking about?”“I haven’t the foggiest, but the implication, since we had been talking about sex, was that it was ...ome type of vaginal product. Suppose she knows how big he is?”“I don’t know, but even though he is big, he tried not to hurt me, and you’ve already told me that he was a gentle lover with you, too.”“So, what would we need vaginal cream for? We certainly aren’t virgins.” Without giving her partner time to answer, she went on, “Oh, well. We’ll find out. Of all the instruments of correction displayed in the racks on the walls, matron chose two small but very painful whips called Martinets. She wanted both these children to really feel their whippings and enjoyed watching the effect that the long leather tails made on the children's delicate skin and also hearing their screams of sheer pain and panic. "These are called martinet whips," Rebecca said, handing them one each and also explained that the French used them to whip French children's. "Subtle, real subtle, and I am so not interested, she thought. Still, she did not really want to piss him off. "Yeah, well, who knows? Maybe." Fact, why don't you roll with me now? Parents aren't home — we could have a couple beers, see that happens." He ran a finger lightly down her arm. She shivered and took a step back."Tonight, well, it isn't the best, you know? Hey, why the sudden interest? You never really speak to me at school?" Yeah, well, different crowds and all, but I have noticed. She was my first "serious" girlfriend, so the whole "I love you so much, together forever" rubbish was the norm. We spent as much time together as we could, despite the fact that neither of us had a car. One evening I was with her/her family at her place, hanging out, having a good time, but mostly trying to ignore the palpable sexual tension between us.We were always sneaking off somewhere to fool around for a minute or two, making out (snogging), usually with my left hand on my throbbing cock.