However, the pain in her knees was nothing compared to the burning on her bottom. The crop was unmerciful and unpredictable, as its blows left a trail...of welts in its wake. Tamara, who Laura at first took for a kind and lovely girl, was an unsympathetic and harsh task mistress and applied the crop with great skill.Tamara had been whipped many times before, so she knew just how to get the job done from first hand experience. She angled the rapidly falling blows upwards, just under the swell of. I stood frozen, I wished to touch them, to taste them, but knew I should not. Maris looked up at me, hoping that I would appreciate that which she was offering. Interpreting my stasis to mean I liked what I saw, she reached for my waistline and pulled down my hose. Their occupant sprang forth like a tiny lance. Maris placed it inside her mouth and began to gently caress it with her tongue. Oh shit! My fondness for females shall clearly be my downfall, I thought. But it was too late to turn back. ”Her dad shifted in his seat. “There’s no need to explain anything to us luv,” he said calmly. “It’s not any of our business. You’re a grown woman now. As long as you and Jack are happy then that’s all that matters.”She smiled faintly at his response. She had always been his little girl but now he had used the term ‘grown woman’ for the first time.“There was no need to come and tell us all this,” he told her with his reassuring tone. “It’s your business not ours. So let’s leave things. ‘Are you going to scream tonight, Shayla?’ I shrugged. ‘It all depends on you.’ Seeing that as his cue, he slowly pushed himself inside of me, moaning a little bit as he did. I made not a sound. He wasn’t even paying enough attention to realize that I wasn’t moaning or responding. I didn’t orgasm. I didn’t even pretend to orgasm. In fact, he came so soon that any attempt I would have made at faking an orgasm would’ve been easily noticed. As he lay next to me exhausted, I sat up dissatisfied. I.