I followed quickly. I had always had a sort of crush on he, but nothing like this. She was standing next to my bed, facing away from me. When she hear... me behind her, in one move she pulled off her t-shirt. I see her grey sports bra clearly. Had she known about my lycra love? How could she. It had always been a love of mine, tight lycra on breasts. I watched her unclip her jeans as she looked over her shoulder at me. As she slid them down I could see the thin grey panties. She had one of the. You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and the thick fence on its left.It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old thing is rickety, held together with tape and prayers by this point, but it does the job as you point it at the creature’s head and. Then the memory flooded back of the last spanking her father had given her, of how his hand had smoothed the skin as the Emir's now did, and of overhearing her mother saying to her father that he had better not spank her any more as she was getting too old.Whish ... THWACK!The first stroke of the whip drove all coherent thought from her mind; her father, counting the strokes, even her own naked plight were all forgotten in the hell of pain that she was enduring. The Emir had not struck. As it was explained to him by my grandfather, he had been sort of pressed for time, and the death of my predecessor had caught him off guard. He needed a replacement right away, and Richard had come highly recommended as a quick study, who could handle the job. Grandfather always did his homework, so I had no doubt it was true.That explained why so much of the place seemed so new. I mean there were the older buildings, but much of it seemed so new the paint hadn’t finished drying - in a matter.