The winds blowing in off the Bucknell River held a promise of snow this time of year, whispering through the trees like the breath of winter. The days...were usually mild, but temperatures dropped rapidly toward the end of the day. Jessie's bare legs were buzzing with gooseflesh by the time she reached O'Connell Park. She held her dress down against the invading breeze with one hand, well aware that good little girls don't show off their underwear if they can possibly avoid it.Which was why she. Apart from kissing I daren't touch her for 6 months, I think she was almost ready to get rid of me but when I didn't get slapped for feeling her tits I couldn't get enough, I saw her 6 nights a week, her dad said Thursday's were family time so she wasn't allowed out, she has an older sister who is also a looker, but with smaller tits, and she also liked to be admired tooI'm the oldest of 7 k**s, my mum was a nurse working permanent nights my dad was a civil servant but also worked as relief. I was getting frustrated with the lack of progress and ended up pushing things away and leaving the house for a break.This often happened when I was studying, I'd sort of reach a blowout point and have to get away from whatever it was I was doing. I'd go for a walk around our part of town, just aimlessly until the stress had gone. Then it would be back home and after a quick drink it would be back to the problem.In this instance I did the same thing, wandering up and down streets with my hands. A man had moved in front of her daughter and he was holding what appeared to be some type of whip. Jackie momentarily stopped to watch as the man pulled the whip back and flung it across Melanie’s breasts. The end of the whip contained several strands of thinly cut, soft material that wrapped around the girl’s breasts.“Continue,” the commander said to Jackie sternly.The woman unbuttoned the last of the buttons on her shirt, lifting it out of her shorts. She watched the flogging her daughter was.