She told me that safety was always a concern and that there was no abuse or malice when she punished the girls.Juliette smiled at me reassuringly and ...hen spanked Becky’s ass hard with the paddle.There was always a loud crack when the wood connected with her bare flesh, and I was shocked that Becky didn’t cry out and scream. She looked humiliated and winced in pain. I noticed a small tear roll down her cheek as she counted each stroke and thanked her mother. Becky’s nose was red as if she was. I had to take this match or I was out. There’s no dropping to a new bracket once you reach the quarters.Don’t get me wrong; I’ve lost matches this year. But Al was the toughest match I’d had since playing Karl at National Singles last year. We played at a different level in that match than any other match of the whole tournament. It was really a shame that one of us had to win.I was lucky I was the one. The match went the full three games and at the end, I led by one point. We’d played for an. You are one beautiful woman. Too bad you can’t stay that way.”“What do you mean?”“Well, if things go right, tomorrow morning your hair is going to be all messed up, your makeup is going to be smeared, and your lipstick is going to be gone. Couple that with you walking a little funny and having a freshly fucked look on your face will tell anyone who sees you what you have been doing.”“You know I could just say promises, promises but I do hope what you are saying is true. I will say that it was. Some men, and even some women, would come say hello in her workshop just to steal a look at her body. Some were lucky to get a little more.Magnolia’s workshop was located right in the heart of town, right behind the local tavern, and across from the town square. It was a small space, just big enough to fit a workbench and a bookshelf. She had two stools by the bench for any customers as well. At the back was ladder leading to an upstairs loft where she lived. There was a bed, and a small.