“Twelve, thank you sir” I sobbed with relief as he delivered the last stroke. “Congratulations” he purred in my ear, as I caught in breath. �...�You took that well. You have earned your reward.” Despite the pain I was in, hearing these words brought a small smile to my lips. I had pleased my master. I had taken my punishment well, and I had learned my lesson. I was still cuffed to the stool, but I heard him place the riding crop back on the desk. Then his rough hands circled across my hot ass. That was why we had parties every night, both to let loose our nervous energy and to try and get the other girls so drunk that they looked like hell the next morning. At least that's what us younger models were doing. The older and more experienced women knew better and closeted themselves away, or else sat at the bar drinking mineral water and watching the drunken antics of a bunch of 18 and 19 year olds trying to outdo each other. A dozen of the world's most beautiful women - or children,. I was in heaven. To my surprise Eloise came over, taking the sock out of my mouth. As we began to make out I realised how badly the rope were tied fortunately the knot came loose as I freed my hands, Using this opportunity to take Eloise's top off and untie her bra revealing the most amazing boobs I had ever seen.Sitting there I was hypnotized, "What you waiting for big boy aren't you going to touch them?" she moaned we continued to kiss as I reached out and played with her tits occasionally. I returned from an afternoon at work, wondering what lay ahead. I dressed in some casual clothes, and waited for my ‘guest’ to arrive. Almost on the dot of 7.30 the door bell rang. I approached the door hesitantly, my heart racing. As I opened it, I saw Bill. A broad smile on his face, and a large bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I bought these for the lady who I thought lives here,” he said, handing the flowers to me. I was overcome, not by the flowers, which were lovely, but by the gesture..