"Surprise me", was her answer.Normally I have a few bottles of Bud and not a great deal else. I found a half bottle of Southern Comfort and a little l...monade. That would have to do! I poured them out and took them through to Janet. She looked quite at home on my couch. So I sat next to her and handed her her drink.We chatted for a while as we sipped our drinks. Janet mentioned that she had noticed Terry, my mate, couldn't stop staring. I felt a bit deflated I had hoped she noticed me too. The. Each strike redefined her misery. She was being struck by a thin wooden cane, narrow and strong, that bit into her tender flesh. There was no delicate line between correction and brutality to be found in such an instrument when employed with this level of force. There was only pain.Methodically, the cuts moved up the inside of her legs. Despite the shock of each excruciating impact, her terror escalated, for each blow drew closer and closer to her vulnerable sex.There was a brief interregnum,. Dan was convinced he’d said too much and overstepped the mark, this was going to be the end of their relationship he thought.”Pour me another glass of wine and bring it up to me in bed” said Jane, as she turned and walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway from which the stairs led up to the bedrooms. Dan couldn’t believe what he’d just said, but too much wine and years of sexual frustration had got the better of him. Fuck, what had he done, what was going to happen. Dan pored the wine and. Embarrassed at being caught, she scrabbled around and mumbled an apology then looked at him and grinned sheepishly, by now he was next to her and she could feel the heat from him, the heat of a man she missed so much, she could smell him he smelt of earth and leaves, he eased himself down to sit beside her and raised his hand to her tangled curls, that lazy smile again on his lips as her removed a leaf from her hair, his fingers brushed her cheek and she turned her face towards his hand and.