When I circle flat his nipples, Grayson growls low in his throat and thrusts his tongue deeper in my mouth in response. My hands delve lower and lower...as his tongue traces along the inside of my upper lip. I force my hands between our bodies, sliding under the waistband of his saturated boxers. My fingers curve around his thick member, and I purr in pure, feminine satisfaction. His cock is a long shaft of vulnerably soft skin covering solid masculine perfection. My hands can barely wrap around. “What would I need to do?”“I’ll handle everything for you. All you do is show up in a pretty outfit, provide some interesting conversation at dinner, then show him a good time. It’s five hundred ... minus the house cut, but that still leaves you with four-fifty for a pleasant night’s work. What do you say?”“Oh, Georgia, I ... Oh, all right. I’ll try it this once.”“Atta girl! I’ll set it up.”“Good evening, Gwen,” he said warmly.“You remembered my name,” she replied.“Oh, I always remember. I of course blamed Pepper. That girl had done her best to elevate Leila as high as she could go in social standing, a feat which she had done with relative ease. Now that status had driven a wedge through us, just a tiny one to start with, but considering the distain in which I held the whole school politics it was enough to smart.I went straight to bed and sleep.Wednesday.Mom didn't wake me in the morning, and it wasn't until 11am when I got a call from Stella that even I opened my eyes. I. "Hiss! CRAACK!!!The watchers saw the body on the whipping bench convulse as though with an electric shock as a narrow line of bright red with white edges was ruled across the meatiest part of the buttocks. For her part, Jacqui felt such a line of soul-searing pain across her arse that she could not even draw in her breath to scream, let alone count. Never in her life had so much pain been concentrated in a tiny strip of skin. She was sure that she had been cut open by the thin cane, and she was.