''What do you mean, punish''well whippings mostly' Jodie whirled her metre long riding crop in theair 'I like these, a lot, and I've got some other st...ff, nothingserious. I'm not into piercings or tattoos or blood of any kind ifthat's what you mean' Jodie lowered her head and spoke to Roberta in ababy voice 'If the little sissy is naughty mommy will have to tie hisballs up with string...' Roberta stared up at Sarah, who's attentionwas in turn consumed by her slave. Jodie brought Roberta's. I was getting a little bold by now - very bold, actually. I wasted no time in pulling her skirt up slowly until my hands could feel the bare skin of her thighs. As I started to rub it slowly, she held my hand and encouraged it to move up. The cue was not to be missed. I kept moving my hand up until it touched a wet satiny fabric. I moved my hands around to trace the lines of her panties and I was convinced that she was wearing a thong. I wanted to reciprocate so I grabbed her hand and moved it. Our parents waited until it was evening so that we did not get any trouble with traffic jams and we headed towards our beach-house. During our long drive through the night we kids slept, heard music or relaxed until we arrived there in the afternoon. Chris, Sarah and me helped to get everything in and started to unpack our stuff. Mom and dad of course got the masters bedroom, because Sarah and me had to share a bedroom we got second biggest and Chris got his own. Sarah and I helped each other. Once over his original shock, Jack had escorted them to Staci's convertible and when she handed him the keys, driven them to the restaurant. Denise had curled up in the front seat since she had the shortest legs of the trio. Jill and Staci had huddled together in the small back seat, but neither one voiced a single complaint about the cramped conditions. The girls had selected a fancy looking restaurant on the edge of town and it only took a few minutes and a couple wrong turns before Jack.