Keith was on the soccer team. In the fall of my freshman year of high school I would make my friend Emily go the soccer games with me. The crowds were...very small so he must of noticed me. After the last game of the season as I was leaving, Keith asked us if we wanted to go for a walk with him. Emily made some excuse and it was just Keith and I. Keith is a quiet guy and he did not say much. At the end of the walk in front of my house he asked me to the homecoming dance. This was a shock since. He moved his arm back and then rapidly bringing it forward, he sent the leather lash sizzling through the air in a horizontal arc towards Yvonne's trembling body.The leather impacted Yvonne's soft flesh with a beautiful sound, and immediately a muffled shriek came from Yvonne as the vicious weapon struck the bottom of her buttocks and curled on around to cruelly bite into her thigh.Yvonne's body half turned as the lash struck her, and she jerked violently on the cords holding her arms stretched. I love it." He chuckled again.I continued to stare at his erection, my own cock now erect too, as I winced at being called a faggot."And for a straight man, your cock is telling a different story."Suddenly, I realized I was in my own erotica story. I stood frozen, wanting to drop to my knees but unable and petrified of someone walking in. My resistance as weak as the French were in both World Wars, I questioned, "What if someone comes in?" We were the only two working out this morning and if. "I dunno, I think you need a little bit more punishment, but we'll talkthat over later," Ella replied. "I figure you already know theaddress?" Aren't you going to drive me there?" Gene begged."Nope. That's up to you to handle. Good luck, and don't move any of myfurniture around," Melanie chuckled as Ella rolled the window up.Ella quickly pulled out of the parking lot and drove off, leaving Gene,humiliated and alone, standing there. He opened the purse, finding hisID, a lipstick tube, a compact,.