She was a tomboy. Jennie, smell this. I said. I wipe my hands on my pants and she smelled my hands. She blushed. Where did you get that from. Why wha... is it? I dont know how to tell you. Its a girl smell. A what? Wait here a minute. She ran upstairs and came back down with something in her hands. She held her hands to my face and said Smell this. I sniffed and it smelled kind of like my hand. What is it? I asked. She opened her hand and held up a pair of girls panties. I was stunned and. ." I really didn't want to tell a predator like her about Jenny and Rachel. "Mistress, there's this girl in my neighborhood who..." 5 strokes for lying." No Mistress, I'll tell..."She slapped me, "5 more for saying no to me. Pull me back," she said to one of the trainers. Whimpering, Timmy cowered on the floor. They alternated beating his back with their canes. Timmy screamed and sobbed into the floor, his back an incandescent sea of pain.She grabbed his hair and pulled up his tear-streaked. He was standing there, talking to a host of the party and looking almost as bored as she did. She couldn’t take her eyes from him. Wearing white shirt, narrow black tie and a slim fit suit, he looked g o r g e o u s. He nodded to a man he was talking to and walked to the kitchen where she was standing. He took himself a glass of wine and turned around. ‘Oh, hi,’ he smiled when he saw her. She could feel butterflies going through her but she forced herself to smile back and answer him. ‘Hey!’. He started to massage down her spine and along her sides, his fingers brushing the edge of her pert breasts as he did so, his palms pressing on either side of her spine easing the tension.He moved still further down her body to just above her buttocks, he then started up again following the same line as he had on the downward movement and once at her slender neck, proceeded once again to slowly work down across her bodyThis time when he had reached her buttocks he started to massage them and as.