" So no Harbinger hoedown at Mrs. R's Pleasure Palace today?" I don't see the point if you didn't find anything yet," Cassie said, intending it to be ... casual comment, but her tired voice made it sound too critical to her ears. She dropped her face into her hands and leaned against the lockers. "That came out wrong." Aw, no worries, babe," Ned said in a gentle voice. "I'm a worse critic of myself than you'd ever be."She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder. She looked up and squeezed his hand in. There was this guy at church. He was eighteen or nineteen. Being a good Southern boy, he even had two names…Lee Earl. The amazing thing was how sweet he was to the gap toothed little kid. I remember that summer my mother had put my hair up in curlers for the first time. It was horrible: these tight curls all over my head that no matter how much you brushed them would do nothing. But nothing did me except walk up to his house and show Lee Earl. He said something about me being a real beauty when. "One, thank you Mistress."As Mistress continued with the tawse, pausing varying lengths of time in-between strokes from immediate, to two minutes at a time, each stroke adding to my pain, I wondered how much more I could take.My mind raced forward, thinking about the cat, I had only ever received four strokes at a time before with the cat, always across my back, I knew it would be much more this time.I remembered that I had a safe word, I couldn't see how I could avoid using it. I knew I needed. He stood up again and then bent again using the other hand on the opposite side. He pulled his fingers, slick with her wetness and soap up and pressed them against her throbbing, erect clit. She moaned rotated her hips. Pushing her in front of him, he bent her and pressed her hands against the shower wall. He poured soap onto her back and began to massage it in. Firmly digging his fingers into her back and down lower to knead and lift her ass. Missy opened her mouth and gasped aloud as he.