Both girls often wondered whether these granny-aged women did it on purpose, and that was also in the mind of almost all of the teenage lifeguards. Ho...ever, they all agreed that wasn’t their problem, but it was their job to make sure that each spanking was sufficiently hard, like the ones they had just given.Emma gave out the order, “Right, you two granny-aged women, you can get up now.”Betty was the first to react and she eased herself up into a standing position, and, as soon as she did, her. He said ?What we will do is we will number the slaves ?odds will begirls and evens boys. (What did this mean? I thought) But Bobby doesn't geta number-he's busy already, aren't you?? As he said this he produced a whipand laid 5 lashes on that poor bum. So our Masters and Mistresses got numbersfor us (mine was 10). The MC dived into one of the chests and came up witha canvas bag. He put his hand in and came out with a number. ?Good? he said ?Its9! Whose 9?? The Master of a tall blonde girl. Please sit."You choose to stand, towering over the little man as he is sweating bullets.He clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. "So... she told you?"Your eyes narrow at him as your hands turn into fists."I'm sorry, but it was the decision of the board. Due to recent-" Don't give me that FUCKING BULLSHIT!" you roar at him. He seemed to shrink even smaller in his tiny chair. "What did that bitch tell them?" It was your father!" he squeals. "He decided these terms." WHAT??" you stand confused.. "Theassistant smiled, unsure what to say.Doesn't want to talk to the mad woman, Melinda thought as she continued looking around the room at all thedresses that she had already rejected."What is the occasion?" the assistant asked after the pause became too awkward."A dress-up party.Suits and lavish dresses," Melinda explained lamely"It's usually a mix of semi-historical black-tie and fancy dress."Then it struck her."Of course, no-one says only the men can wear suits.I mean, it's sort of fancy.