??Drop them boy or you’ll end up on the whipping bench for a session with the birch for your insubordination? Victoria ordered again. Reluctantly an... blushing, the fifteen year old boy did so. Sliding adroitly from their mounts, the two girls walked around him and commented on the small size of his pego before ordering him to bend over and spread his legs.?HISS, TWHACK, the riding whip cut deeply into Jimmy’s bum. He screamed and howled, and tenderly touched the deep, raw welt. The girls. "Where are we going?" First, we have to establish your alibi. Know a good restaurant?"My stomach growled at the idea of food. I nodded. "But we'll need better attire." Why?" We're having a luncheon interview. I'm going to hire you for my store as my new clothing designer."She gave me a coy look then said, "Fine. As long as you don't really expect me to model your clothes." If you know as much about me as I believe you do, then you'll know I have only one rule..."She continued looking at me.I. Not all the visiting Masters were coming for their boot shinning, a couple of times I had not been taken for my morning walk which was the only contact with the outside world I now experienced. On these walkies I could hear cars and trucks on the nearby highway. But I could never actually see them. I missed a couple of feeding and got into trouble for asking for dinner and got another belting.I was still being bent over the oil drum regularly by the same two maters. But the others never touched. She was almost crying, she seemed so happy. I touched her cheek as she fingered my cunt and she lowered her face to kiss my lips.“I’m yours,” I whispered. “I’ll do anything you wish…” “A-anything?”“Anything. Do you want to lick me? Shall I lick your cunt? Your bum? What do you want most?”She blushed now, stroking my cheeks.“I’m embarrassed to tell you my love.”I kissed her mouth again.“I don’t mind. Anything to earn my bob, miss.”Mrs Robertson appeared to have reached a decision. Removing her.