"Now I want you to kneel at the end of the bed while I try something," Evesaid. "Put on this blindfold."I did so and then felt something put over my ...ead like a bag. I reachedup with my hands to take it off when I felt Eve stand on the back of mylegs and handcuff my arms behind my back. Then she stood me up and bendedme over the bed with my ass up in the air and pulled down my panties tothe back of my knees.Then she took the bag and blindfold off and I saw that she was wearing astrap on. It doesn't really hurt. Don't stop," to encourage Frank.I looked up to Carly. She was looking at the back of the seat. She must have been thinking about what her friend had just done right on the other side, what her friend was doing just then right on the other side.I was thinking about it as well. I could have been the one to do what Frank was doing right then. It was offered to me and I turned it down. When I refused, she gave it to Frank. She could never offer that to anyone ever again. I. She was nice and friendly. I thought about the way her bottom had struck me, her body actually. I feared I was feeling the impulse that Martha had felt. Was I like Martha after all? Or had Martha made this happen to me?I felt a little nervous talking to Lisa, having had that momentary thought. I knew I'd never forget it. I thought about it more. Had Lisa's personality been part of it? Her body was nice but there were better bodies around if that was any part of it. Was she the sort of person. It will always remind me of how she blubbered her silly excuses and pleaded for mercy just to stir me into greater effort with my arm and skillful use of the nasty hard paddle. My memory holds true with the perfect shade of her reddened cheeks. They changed gradually from snow white to fire engine red as the blows from my paddle stacked up into an impressive cumulative quantity of affronts to her self-respect.The feel of being fully seated in her saddle at the final act of such sessions tended.