The whipping seemed to go on forever and when it was over and I was untied, Judge Bob had to carry me up the stairs to his chamber. He put me on my si...e on the couch and covered me with a blanket while I sobbed and wept. He asked if I wanted some lotion again to cool my bottom and with pleading eyes he knew I did, so he lifted me up and set me down over his lap again. Bob got a good look at the whipping he had just administered and wondered if he had gone too far. Such a beautiful fair girl to. I leant against the wall and tried to tear my eyes away from her beautiful golden head as it rocked back and forth; faster and faster. Delicious minute followed upon delicious minute. Her every motion was like the warm caress of a tropical sea and I found myself adrift upon it, sailing closer and closer to the island of dreams fulfilled. She moaned as I stared at the ceiling, I looked at some of my paintings, I thought about my office, Tax time, . Both of us staring at our menus like blind people, and trying to act like nothing was going on under the table. Her hand slid up under the end of my short skirt, touch the sensitively ticklish part of my inner thigh. My hand moved up a little higher touching her bald pubic area. With that she broke her stare at the menu, and gave me the tight lip look that said What the fuck are you doing? I just smiled still starring at the menu, I had just found what I wanted to order, and not a moment to. “Why do you want to know?”“I just wanted to know. I'm not used to seeing a kid your age pumping gas.”“Well, I've been helping Jim.” He looked up at the old man standing in the doorway. “This is his place.”“Cool.”I looked up at Jim with his hands in his pockets, watching us. I also noticed he was looking at Carla in the truck and wondered whether he was recognizing her.“Well, it's good that you're helping him. Are you related to him?”“No, he's just a friend. I like helping him and he shows me.