She had been the thing that had made me complete. I couldn't blow my nose or wipe my ass without thinking how she would want me to do it. I succeeded ...t work largely because she had always pushed, prodded, and encouraged me to want better and to feel I could do better. She had made me feel confident and equal to any man.The bitch had been so sneaky about it! I never actually realized she had been making me dependent on her. She was like a drug. I had always told myself I could quit any time,. I sucked it. Christina took a strip of leather from the bedside table and placed it gently between my teeth.The first strike was vicious. God, how that tawse stung. It was a bitch of a thing. And there was no gentle start, no crescendo, just an immediate, sob inducing, welt creating slash on my left inner thigh. Taking her time, she walked around the bed, stroked my face again then delivered the second strike; it was, if anything, harder than the first, and on my right thigh. I tried not to cry. "What will Andy say when he seesme? And I'm meant to be going to the disco. I need a party frock." This is the best I can do," snapped Gloria. "Now hurry up and getdressed. I've got things to be getting on with and I'm going to goshopping for a start."Trinny regarded the clothes and shoes Gloria had presented her with.It wasn't exactly how she'd imagined it would be but she still had whatshe wanted. That was all that mattered.She took off the dressing gown, tried not to look at her sagging. The school insisted that the Sixth Form girls still wore school uniform, even though some of them were eighteen years of age by the time the completed their final exams. This girl was pushing the uniform code from every angle. I stopped mid-sentence and watched her as she strode past my desk to take an empty seat in the second row.Her blouse was a size too small, allowing her perfect looking breasts to jut out, the buttons straining, with gaps to reveal the lacy pink bra she was wearing.
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