I felt kind of bad for talking about it, but I needed advice, and there really was nowhere else to turn. Angie mostly listened, only asking one questi...n to clarify something I said which seemed contradictory.“So, I guess you can see the problem now,” I said after I finished explaining.“First, please don’t get depressed.”“Too late,” I said.I’d been fine when I’d arrived home the previous night, but hadn’t been able to get to sleep because everything that had happened with Jocelyn had churned in. I didn’t mean to be disobedient. I didn’t mean to be a brat Sir…pleazzze…no whip Sir, anything but the whip on my pussy. Anyth…UMMMAA”Her pleading speech cut off suddenly as he jammed the handle of his most dreaded short leather pleated whip in between her teeth and lips.“Okay you protesting little bitch. I won’t whip your tender pussy….yet!” he barked into her shocked face. “But the moment you drop this whip, is the moment I take it and whip your thighs and cunt so fucking hard you won’t stop. Nobody there," Carl said. "Maybe it was a prank..."Carl glanced down and saw a large package leaning against the wall nextto the door."Odd, I didn't order anything and neither did Felicia, as far as Iknow..." Carl stepped out of the apartment and picked up the package.Carl read the label, looking at the name carefully. The package wasaddressed to "Carly Warren", which before even looking at the address,Carl knew which apartment the box was meant to be at."Guess I'll have to send Felicia up with. He knew her too well to believe that she let guys fuck her without a rubber if she wasn't on the pill.He cleared his throat, remembering some of those occasions in vivid detail, and pointed out, "Same here. In case you hadn't realized, I wasn't exactly prepared when we came here, and there's a reason for that. It's been a long time since I was with anyone."She stopped pacing and flopped down in the chair, looking at him with an unreadable expression. She ran a hand through her hair and looked.