She was looking forward to Italy after studying many plays, poems and novels which were written there or influenced by the beautiful country. Perhaps...if her father had been alive, he would have warned her of the dangers that would be present when she went travelling alone. Her mother had suggested that her friend, Ashley, went with Vanessa and so that's what she planned on doing. Until her cellphone rang the morning she was supposed to leave. She checked the caller ID and saw "Ashley." . " He grinned wolfishly. "...spankings."A susurration of frightened words filled the air, words like 'Not me','Please, no', and 'My poor bottom'. Throne ran a hand over his full headof thick dark hair, worn short but not too short. His weakling chargeswere utterly under his command. After the spankings as a warm-up, hewould decide what sort of more personal attention three of four of themrequired in his private quarters. He announced the name of the first oneto take their place across his. Dinner started out well enough. Everyone discussed the storm from the night before asking about damage and repairs. Keebler and Trink filled in about the forest and how everyone at the village had weathered the storm. Bitsy was chatting with Kat when Stephen poured her a bit of wine, she was just about to reach for her glass when Brand took it away from her, Bitsy frowned and took her glass back, Brand reached for it again, Bitsy wouldn't let go. Brand leaned down until his face was close to. I grinned at Jean, giving her a subtle thumbs-up sign and whispered, "Boy, I'd love to sidle up behind her and grab her hips."She smiled and rolled her eyes as if to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah... we know."Sensing she wanted to chat, I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, looking at her over the rim of the cup. Her hair was wind blown and her shirt was a little damp from our last sprint. Looking at her breasts, I admired her nipples. Despite wearing a sports bra - she'd flashed me that morning.