I'd hardly said anything all evening. She'd just kept ranting and I let her run. Maybe that's what she meant."Do you want to leave your casa?" I asked...after she'd run on for another fifteen minutes."Oh, god! No! I love Doreen. She's like a big sister that I never had. And Rachel. And Doug." She almost whispered that last one. Might be a little hero worship of her own going on there. "We just need more boys. Who aren't gay." What do you mean?" I wondered if Geoff's cover had been blown."Oh, you. I do know New York parties and this wedding was a classic—in more ways than one. I gather Schwartz—I guess that’s Schwartz-Richards now—provided the initial concept. The actual project was managed in house, by the groom’s sister Dr. Siobhan Richards. That is a name to remember, though perhaps not in a business context. The work was done by the house and grounds staff, several of the Richards family businesses. Francine Martel supplied costuming, performers and technical assistance. I understand. And ifwhat Sarazzon had said was true, that meant that my life was in hishands."YES," Peter laughed in obvious delight. Then his expression sobered alittle and he gave me an apologetic look. "Sorry Larry, but youunderstand..." Yes master." I forced a smile, hoping that he didn't see the burningfury in my eyes. "Please call me Nahli now master," I added, thinkingthat a new name might encourage him to think of me as someone other thanthe friend that he'd betrayed... and perhaps get him to lower. Green handed her a clean cloth to wipe the handle. With a firm grip on the handle, she laid the first lash across my bum. The pain seared into me like a knife, and I thought I would instantly lose my erection. But as the second lash tore into my lower buttocks, narrowly missing my testicles, I felt a surprising warmth flood through my lower abdomen and into my cock. It stayed erect. As the whipping went on, it got even hotter.I got ten, then twelve lashes, as Aileen did. Then Lady Whimsy.