" Exactly ... yesterday pretty much proved that. Between Clara and her mistress, and that strange woman, you handled yourself very well." I also got h...ndled very well ... you forget who got whipped." And you're going to try and tell me that you didn't end up screaming in orgasm as a result ... that you absolutely hated that whole exercise?" Well ... no, and I must be weird, because I got so turned on while she was whipping me. Who would think that a beating would get me excited?" I wouldn't. She didn’t recognize me when she moved in, but there was no reason for her to but I knew her though. We had gone to the same school. She had been prom queen, head cheerleader, most popular senior. Me? I had been just another of the trench-coat-wearing, cigarette smokers on the corner. No one for the likes of her to remember. She had grown in beauty since school. But even then she had outshone the girls around her. Now? Now she was a goddess. A goddess with a flaw. I smiled when I heard the. He made the stories live through his words. Even now, I get chills up and down my spine when I see one of those wooden ships tied up at the dock of a museum.“Ships in his day had women aboard who were there for the pleasure of the men. You may think what you may, but that was the practice of those times. Some of the men serving aboard this ship may very well be descendants of those women.“He wrote about punishing sailors who abused the women aboard the ship. He was a hard man and brooked no. Jamnit? Oh my God ... absolutely ready to charge into anything just to see if she likes it. And from what I’ve seen, she likes everything.”“Example...”“Okay, we were visiting them one night and the conversation turned to fetishes...”“The way it does around here,” Harry laughed.“Yeah. Anyway, someone mentioned foot fetishists, and Jamnit pops up and wants to try it. Well, end of the work day, Andrea and I hadn’t bothered to clean up – it was gonna be a short visit, and she decides to start with.