When I was done I just threw on one of Helen's robes, a beautiful silk one, it felt so sexy and cool on my bare skin.Since it was so warm and I had th... whole house to myself there was no need to put on any other clothes or anything I felt so free wearing nothing but the sexy robe as well as my having the privacy of their whole huge house to myself for the week.I went down to the kitchen to get something to drink and Bruce was just finishing his dinner. As I went over to his bowl and picked it. The next stroke is mine alone, and is harder, the lashes biting into my bottom flesh, and no doubt leaving red weals, I imagine. The next stroke too is mine and wraps round my upper thighs, as Rachel holds the kiss on my lips and inserts her tongue again between my opening lips. My shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs are warm with the nips of the lashes, and there is now a pause. Then, a different sound, and what I presume to be a riding crop, its end a flat rectangular leather strip maybe. “Think about whipping me that way, Daddy. Think how mybody would jerk and writhe and squirm and twist. Thinkhow my breasts would bounce and shudder at each lash.Think how my legs would thrash and kick in agony. Andthink how I would scream, Daddy. Scream and scream.Think how I would beg you to stop. Promising to begood, to do anything you wanted. “But you wouldn’t stop, would you, Daddy? Think aboutwhipping my body all over, whipping my back and mywaist and my behind and my. The sound built and went on as if at any moment something would…. The vase exploded. Small fragments flew in all directions imbedding themselves in the dresser, the walls, Sash’s face and eyes. She fell to the floor screaming and bleeding. She opened her eyes and was standing before the vase with her finger against the drip of glue and her heart racing. The following afternoon Sash discussed these discovers with Melanie. ‘I am beginning to get the distinct feeling something’s not right in that.