There was always a frisson in handling a rattan rod and in weight and flexibility it was the equal of those in her own collection.“Fine weapon, Head...aster.” She smiled her approval and handed it back.“Over the chair, boy. Hands here.” He tapped the front of the seat. “And don't let go.” When the lad bent over as directed the disciplinarian lifted the tail of his shirt up clear of the target.The white underpants clung enticingly to the buttocks and to have seen him beaten on their seat would. ? I shuddered again, needy for release.? It had only been a short time that I’d known her, but I hadn’t had an orgasm since.? She liked leaving me on the edge.? It made me weaker, more obedient, and more her Barbie, she said.? All I knew is that I needed an orgasm so badly.??It continued similarly for most of the week.? I was still attempting to resist, mostly, but she was intent on teasing me and driving me crazy.?? On Thursday night, she told me to wear something pink the next day, and I. " They don't have to be 'Penthouse' explicit, you know. They can be tasteful ... subtle ... maybe just hinting at sexuality."I looked at her closely. She was serious ... almost as if she was trying to imagine where just such a painting might go."Perhaps ... with your guidance ... I might be able to find something ... appropriate?" I suggested carefully.She turned and walked to me. "Would you trust me ... trust my judgement?" Of course." I wasn't lying. I did trust her."Well then, it's still. Not surprisingly, here was no sign of the missing rifle that Leslie knewRon owned. Considering the wealth of the Kaylock family, it wasentirely conceivable that Ron would have disposed of it rather than keepit around. They could afford the loss.Leslie was satisfied with the results of the search though. She hadenough evidence to arrest both father and son on charges of conspiracyto commit assault, murder, and desecration of a state or federallandmark. Even though Tom was campaigning to.