I said. Well …yell if you need anything. I said. The day dragged by …havent seen her since this morning …by the time I left, she was not in her ...ffice. When I got to the lobby …I ran into her …told me she and Dave had a meeting with another one of our clients …she will fill me in later. Hey …with Mike and the kids gone …you want to come over …maybe spend the night … she suggested. OK …that would be nice .. I said. I was at her condo around 7 oclock that evening …we had take aways and just. She grasped his wrist in both her hands, but she knew that pitting her strength against his was no solution. "Please!" She said again. "I need..." she had no words for what she needed.He relented, however. His hand pressed her mound hard enough to flatten her to the bed. His fingers fluttered over her most sensitive point rapidly but gently. His lips and tongue inflamed her nipple.She was that crossbow wound tighter and tighter. Then it was released and she thrust upward against all his. She could feel, in an anticipatory way, the weals on her backside already, as she rubbed her exposed bottom. The germ of a GREAT IDEA was forming in her young and bucolic mind. Something to do with sheep and lambs. (You've guessed it already, folks, haven't you? - author)To those watching from the opposite side of the square, her one remaining covering, a tiny and triangular piece of black cloth, looked not unlike her pubic forest and several people mistook it for precisely that, immediately. She stood in front of the marble sink and looked at herself in the mirror.”What a fucking mess”, she thought! Her brunette hair was tousled and her eyes felt full of sleep. She rubbed them with her knuckles. As she did; so she then became aware of the ache in her buttocks. She turned and looked at the reflection of her back in the full length mirror. Her cheeks were still a dark red and criss crossed by welts of angry purple where the belt had slashed her mercilessly four hours previously. She.