..Julia looked at Miss Judith, eyebrows raised. It was amazing what terror of pain could make a human being do. However that last effort had cost Meli...sa dear, only eight more turns were achieved before the hour was up.Twelve short. Twenty-four strokes of the rod, a bubble of sadistic joy swelled within Julia. “Keep it moving, your slack bitch!” she cried, tapping Melissa’s buttocks... which clenched with dread. “Twelve more turns yet...”“Merceee... mercee... oooh... I can’t... I can’t...”Miss. I felt the warm water and sighed as I moved to stand under it. Sasha giggled and Shay grinned as I closed my eyes and purred. They began to wash me as I breathed in water to clean and clear my sinuses. I turned and reached for Sasha and caressed her strange human body. Shay laughed as I cupped a breast and used a thumb claw to rake the nipple.Sasha shivered and then grinned and kissed me. I was surprised and felt a tingle go through my body and straight to my balls. I grinned and turned to Shay. ..... Swish? Thwack!!!? ?Uuuummmmppphhh!!!... God!!!... God!!!!... No more!?. Stop!?. Please?. Oh? Please Stop!!!!? Grunts, screams, pleadings emit from the ball gag as Bonnie twists her naked body, jerks her chest back and forth as her breasts flail across his forearm, the cane slashing across her bare breasts, her swelling nipples as she struggles through the pain, tries to accept it. Stopping, holding the cane down toward his side, lowering his forearm, Tim lets her welted. Rhonda was an artist. She was, in fact, a very good artist and it was her skill at design and art that kept her active in everything from decorating for the prom to editing the school newspaper. I loved to look at what she painted, even though I couldn’t tell her that the colors she described to me as she painted were no more real to me than the numbers in the national debt. There were a lot more of them than I would ever see.In the fall of our senior year, we went with friends up to Whidbey.