Just as I about to untie her babydoll she stopped me and pushed me onto my back while climbing on top of me and untying it herself with a huge smile o... her face as she got to work on undressing me lifting up my jumper and complimenting me on my hairy chest which she ran her fingers through and kissed and licked my nipples to my delight. I had my hands on Gwen hips and arse all the time she was working her magic on me which I let go on for ages before I couldn’t take anymore and I had to get my. I wave and the game begins again, and this time the strokes are felt. The running now is real, the terror no longer feigned, the cries earnest.Again we each call a pause and select a pretty girl to taste individual discipline while everyone else counts out loud. The girl selected inevitably is in tears by the time the lashing is over, her pale bottom glowing with red lines visible through her thin panties.When each of us has punished our slut and we are panting with exertion from the. ‘I’ll be glad when he’s gone and we can return to more interesting fare,’ Jimmy grumbled although eyeing the pie. On the boardwalk Betty had explained to Kirsty that she’d turned twenty when her parents went to Auckland where her father had been appointed general manager-designate of an American-owned insurance company. She’d refused to go with them and after a big family row went and proposed to her current boyfriend James, who accepted. They married a week before her parents and younger. I glance briefly at the divine face in front of me – Stella, her beautiful alabaster skin glowing in the sunlight, her round cheekbones, and the perpetual pink of her cheeks. I might as well have been the luckiest man on Earth in the good ol’ days. But then the events of last night play in my mind, and I taste acid in my mouth. Before I could get distracted with the shit my life is, I hurl these thoughts away. There’s no time for this bullshit anymore. I get out of bed, and leave Stella to.