"You'll not be scarred like this. Until last year, they used artificial canes in the whipping machine, canes that cut deep into the flesh when applied...hard, and that was the only setting then. I expect mine to show until they me put in the incinerator but yours will fade before your year is up, unless you have to have them renewed. I had a week in rehab and then had to go to a master and learn this trade and he started me straightaway like I will you. Now let's get going."We didn't actually do. But thoughts like these are logical and logic is the first thing abandoned when your urges take over, when your blood runs hot and desire takes over. She gasped as his lips found her neck, his exploration of her body becoming more urgent. Warm sensations flooded her mind as he sampled her, breathing in her scent and tasting her need. His hand grasped the zip on her skirt, working it loose and casting it aside. Gently he stroked up the inside of her thigh, she shuddered, acutely aware in that. « You’d better get a bowl » she said to Mary, « I’m sure he’s going to be sick » Mary went to the kitchen to get a bowl. While she was gone, Betty grabbed me by the hair, she slapped my face hard and spat in my mouth. When Mary returned, it was her turn to hold me while Betty delivered the next ten kicks savagely. As he predicted, at the last stroke when Mary released me and I fell to the floor, the vomit rose in my throat. Betty quickly put the bowl before me and I vomited copiously into it,. Besides, I figured, I would just be checking every few minutes to confirm she was sitting on the sofa watching TV or whatever, I would still be able to work. While Lynn was in the washroom, I started on my first task at work while keeping the camera view open in a small window on my screen. I was working my way through a problem when I saw Lynn come out of the bathroom and park her ass on the sofa. Ah ha! Just as I expected. This was cool! I felt kinda mischievous watching Lynn while she was.