I’m measuring reactions here, remember… Hold on, I need to grab the clamps.” I gave him my most mournful look as he started digging about in a b...cket by the bathtub. “Don’t you give me that look. You know you deserve this, and you have the spanking and the other punishment to handle after this is over. Not all tonight of course, but still. You’ve lost the right to complain.” Quietly, he slipped a jingling bell-ball into my hand, and I shook it at him a few times c***dishly, making him smile. I. Besides, I wasprobably not her type. I wasn't a bad looking guy, but I had never been ableto do very well with women.I looked up at the clock. It was only two, so I had at least four more hoursto go. It wasn't that I had a large amount of work to do, but programmerswere expected to put in long hours. If I left at five like a normal person,my workaholic supervisor was sure to know. He might not remember my name,but he'd remember I left early. What was the old saying about programmers?It was. "Before Grace could say or do anything Daniela gripped her arm, "The boys will show you their interests and if I hear one sound that you aren't interested in their interests then I will deal with you," from her pocket she produced a black handle, with the touch of the button it telescoped in to a long thin hard whip, she flashed it in front of Grace, "My punishment stick, and believe me it hurts, do you want to feel?" Grace shook her head in fear; her brain trying to focus at it swam in. It turns me on and I think it turns back base Hailey on too, I’ll find out one day. Fuck am I flexible, boy can I spread my cute legs. I’m all visual eye candy. So splayed and excited in a split lift, I always get slightly moist between my hidden girly lipettes. God can I keep my legs straight. No sag anywhere and my back so straight. No stray pubes to excite the letches either. I’m preened, plucked around the edges and nicely manicured between my legs as I display my puffy camel toe.I.