I pull the belt out and smacked her with it on her back. “OWW.” She yelled and she fell on the ground. I straddled her on the ground and pulled he... arms together. I looped the belt around her elbows, tying them together. She started wiggling under me trying to escape, and so I smacked her real hard on the face. She drew in breath, her teary eyes wide with surprise. I placed my hand on her mouth and told her: “Do you want to get smacked again?” I sneared at her. “Well?” She shook her head, her. The room is set. She wants to shower. Sometimes we do it together – the lure of her soft curves under the cascading water is often too much to resist. This time, however, I let her shower in peace (*smiling*), content to pull down the covers and undress slowly as I listen to the water falling and conjure up visions of her luscious body. I turn off the lights and lie back on the bed to await her entrance, the pear-scented candle that she lit providing the only illumination in the room. . “Next!” Alice called. Another boy was then blindfolded and turned around until he was unsteady. He was sent on his way with a sharp flick of Alice’s whip across his bottom, which sent him staggering about, missing many who had stepped forward hoping to be caught.This time it was the turn of Lady Jessica, the daughter of Lord James one the patrons to catch hold of the boy. Crying out with delight, her face mirroring her pleasure, she took his blindfold off and smiled at his shyness as he stared. Oh, and she's a redhead, a polarizing trait but a very attractive one for most. She's been going to college for a year now, something our father thankfully paid for entirely before his sudden passing. Sis has also been working a fairly cushy and well-paying job as well, something she's never had trouble flaunting to my face when I've had to catch a ride from a friend or borrow a few bucks from our mom. Speaking of our mother, Darlene has been working her ass off to keep the house clean, her.