It must be because you let me. Isn't that right, Hannah?" Yes," Hannah said, her voice sounding toneless and blank in her ears. "It must be because I ...et you." It felt so warm and comforting to simply allow Samantha's words to become her thoughts. Thinking seemed so difficult when Hannah was following the pendant. So laborious. So exhausting. It always felt so nice when she finally remembered that she could just let Samantha take it over for her. Hannah felt her body going limp with warm,. Sometimes I just needed to know there were still boundaries.I heard the crack of the whip before I felt it. Oh, the sound sent shivers down my back! I cried out when I felt the first whip touch the cheeks of my ass. I repeated the mantra again."Softly spanking me,I cry out for more pleasure!Erotic Torture"The whip was an erotic torture, softly applied to my ass. It hurt just enough to cause the sting that made me cry out for more. He walked around me and applied the leather whip to my body. They knew each other; they had taken somebusiness classes together, and over the four years hadwatched each other play. They respected each other's skill.But the eight-inch height difference bothered each of themfor obvious reasons. Once the photos were taken the twobasketball players were surprised when the athleticdirector invited them to his home for dinner. Neitherreally wanted to go, but it was a command performance.Denise even tried, the "I don't have a way to get home"ploy, but the AD. I couldn’t believe that it was happening. I looked forward to our almost daily chats. I found myself finding ways to be online when she could be. I even took days off from work so that we could talk unencumbered. Otherwise, our chats would often be interrupted with our daily responsibilities of family and mealtimes and tucking our children into bed. Fortunately, the warmth that I felt was two-way. Our emails and our conversations became more romantic, more fantasy-ridden and more sexual. I.