Her finger touched her clit, and a jolt of pleasure shook her body.Her other hand returned to her chest, squeezing and kneading a breast harder than b...fore. Were she not stimulating herself, it would have been like the classic pose of modesty as an uncovered woman tries to cover her charms with her limbs. But this was too wanton and too indulgent. She was obviously stimulating herself. And her mind wandered to fantasy as her eyes closed. She imagined herself before a group of teen-age boys,. Late night sailings from Seattle, especially on a Friday, seemed to always leave exactly on time. Vickie was positive that the captains took perverse pleasure in making sure any poor harried commuter who dared be as much as one minute late was stranded until the next morning. She usually tried to leave work early and aim for the late afternoon sailings, but today had been just one of those days where absolutely nothing went right. Barely catching her breath, she scampered up the hard metal. That would have been Tiffany. Now she was Taffy – at home and at school. Even Teachers had started calling her Taffy.Yes, I was called down to the office a few times, and so was my sister. We were given warnings, but there was really not much that could be done about the flashing. A teacher would have to admit he was looking up her skirt and saw she didn’t have on panties, and none of them wanted to come right out and say that.We were told to keep whatever games we were playing more discreet. She came back shortly, brandishing the whip. Almost immediately the first blow fell. The whip slashed over Willow’s exposed back and butt, leaving it stinging. It didn’t hurt as much as she had feared but the treatment was still rough. Liza rained ten or so blows over Willow and when she was finished Willow was flushed and crying as loud as she could. Her buttocks were hot and red and her sweat made the stinging even more intense. Liza stood back and looked at her work. The girl was only gently.