You expect that sort of racket in a club in London; out in the sticks in Kent, it is so unexpected it seems surreal. Mitzi lives outside one of those ...uaint villages the Tories always cream themselves over in a house that’s joined onto another. It’s not a semi exactly, the place is too rustic for that; more a couple of pissed old cottages that have slumped together and stayed there. On the two occasions I’ve visited here it’s been usually deadly quiet; even the owls sound cautious.I walk up the. The man raised his hand once again, and the whip landed on her smooth quivering young buttocks even harder than before."Aaaagggghhhh! Oooohhhh, don't hurt your Valerie!" thin red lines were visible across the white cheeks of her naked buttocks as a vivid indication of where the whip had struck her body. Carl felt like every nerve and muscle in his body was tense as the man again raised his hand, holding up the whip, striking the girl with the tip of it on the upstroke. The loud, lewd cracking. She lay in the dark, mulling over what happened in the kitchen. Despite what Sean had done to her, she felt incredibly guilty about kissing Rob. It felt like a betrayal although her body was still firmly convinced that it wasn't. Oh god, how was she going to face Rob again?Restlessly she tossed and turned, all hope of a return to sleep continuing to elude her. Eventually the light began to filter through the curtains and she reluctantly climbed out from under the duvet and padded into the. Her heart sank though, when they walked into his bedroom to find two of her biggest tormentors waiting for them, Jim Classon and his henchman, Tommy Specks.They didn’t waste time. They quickly had her top off, breaking the bra straps in the process. Julie remembered thinking, in all this, that that was the last bra that even came close to fitting her.Seems none of them had ever been with a girl before, but they were eager to learn. And not in a nice way, “Wow! What a cow!”Jim was clearly the.