Kelleher, I'm Duncan..." I said, my voice cracking. She chuckled, sitting down on the side of the pool, kicking off her sandals. She put her bag down ...ehind her and scooted forward so her legs were in the pool, sitting right in front of me. She spread her legs slightly, allowing me to see her underwear. The thing was, she didn't have any on!!"Mmmm, aren't you delicious. Nice big pecs, strong arms... Tsk Tsk, naughty boy, looking up my skirt." I looked at her, but she was smiling brightly.. . .The metal table was cold against my skin. My hands and feet were tied up and I was wearing a blindfold. All around me I heard voices and the sound of people unfurling something they held in their hands.That's when the whipping started. I could hear the whistling of leather straps flying through the air and cracking across my bare skin with a snap. They started along my shoulders and slowly worked their way down. Every timeit was a little harder against my back.The voices were shouting. I did get to play the second quarter. Since it was my first year playing football, the coach kept moving me around to try and figure out what position I would be best at. I had several chances to play defense and that seemed to work well, maybe because I liked tackling people. I kept imagining it was Candy Pants carrying the ball and I was going to get back at him! Coach Washington told me he would keep me on defense for a few games to see how that worked. It could also be because the two times. ’ ‘Um… must be the massage oil.’ ‘He really does deserve the truth,’ she thought. And given how he’d seen right through her before she knew she couldn’t get away with it for long. Might as well confess, but how? She wished it hadn’t happened, or rather, that she’d asked his permission first. Then an idea occurred to her. She would ask him, see how he reacted and if he didn’t object, tell him it happened on Wednesday. That seemed like a good plan, but she knew it was a deception and the idea.