..because I had fumbled the ball that they scored on.There would be no talking on the bus.There would be no parties at Jake's house.There would be no ...ore football.And there would be no sex tonight.---It was ten day's later when we had our football party. Handing out awards and whatnot. There was pizza, cake, punch (which I think that Coach spiked), and pissed off kids when they didn't letter.Usually Coach letters the people who played, but I didn't get my letter, and I knew why.I also. The torment of the four yellow shrouded males was enjoyed by all as they wriggled pathetically in their bonds, some trying not to look at what faced them, one gazing at the noose, frozen in fear. Their naked lower bodies twitching as they awaited the sound thrashing that would prepare them for the gallows. Zara had pride of place as her male, the fifth and most severely trained who quivered just a little; more with a curious sexual anticipation than fear and who would provide the central. And ... well, standing there, just inside the pub door, her eyes scouring the bar's patrons, obviously hunting down some poor sob in particular, was the devil incarnate herself, Sadie Bishop!"Sadie Who?" Ralf asked. But my mind was not really concentrating on what he was saying anymore.I'd known Sadie Bishop for about eight years by then; she'd been the best friend of my one time wife. To say that Sadie and I had never got on from the moment Katrina first introduced us to each other, would be. So sweet really. I didn’t think the spank on the back of my legs was so sweet, nor the next one nor the spank after spank that followed. I was gasping as the backs of my legs stung. Casey pressed my bottom cheek just at the sit spot as though stretching my skin and then with her other hand spanked me again and again right on that awfully tender sit spot. I was gasping louder and louder until, she rested a moment, said, “I do like symmetry,” as she stretched the skin on my other leg and started.