I never had much to talk to her about, but luckily we were united by a bond of sports. She would come to class wearing a shirt from her favorite team ...nd I wouldn't hesitate to razz her about it. She'd give it back to me too, when it was appropriate, and that was basically the extent of our friendship. One day, walking home from school, I saw Danielle biking down the street. I noticed her and waved, and she smiled and waved in return. I figured that would be that, but she slowed to a stop in. Ali caught it, and dribbled around Tom, pretended to go left and went right around him. She threw it up, where Joey brought it down through the hoop. Towards the end of the class, the coach had a brilliant idea: divide the two best players, then make them the team captains, meaning that a normally good pair opposed each other. They jumped against each other, with Ali grabbing the ball. She tried to dribble past Joey, when he dived for the ball. Ali brought her hand up in suprise, as Joey. At the sound of his mother'svoice he decided to get out of bed. He was amazed how refreshed he feltafter a good night's sleep. As he wandered down stairs a little bleary eyed,he was suddenly stopped by his mother at the top of the stairs."Renee, where is your robe?" Huh?" That's when he realized what he still had on. The nightie felt socomfortable and natural that he forgot that was what he was wearing."Oh, sorry mom. I'll go up and change."Carol had a little gleam in her eyes. "No need to. The strike to your pussy more mild than the ones to your ass. I repeat the action, sending the whip between your legs once again. I can see your facial reactions this time, and you bite your lip as the the whip gently strikes your pussy. “This whipping arouses you slave?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Yes Master,” you say to me. I do not reply, simply whip your pussy again. I see the reaction in your face, as I send an additional two strikes between your legs. I watch as you slowly come.