“Say it!” He demanded. I was in pain, my feet were barely able to stay on the floor with the walloping I was receiving, but I knew what he wanted...me to say. “I’m a slut.” I cried. My ass was on fire. My hipbones were bruised from banging into the table. I wanted my punishment to stop. “Louder!” Smack! Smack! Smack! I was crying hard by now, but I got the words out again, “I’m a slut, Sir. I’m a stupid, dirty slut!” And then he showed mercy as I cried with my face pressed into the wood. There he said, that was easy, they like what they see, to which there was much applause. He took hold of my penis and said lets go somewhere nice and quiet as I shuffled along behind him, when we got to the bottom of the stairs I stepped out of my jeans that had been dragging on the floor. As he led me upstairs, I was aware of others following behind. We entered a dimly lit room and he pointed to the bed and said lay down on your back on it which I did. Again I was sort of aware of others. There was not enough room in the dining room to hold everyone, so a couple of the boyfriends stopped by during the day when they didn’t have classes and moved all of the furniture from the living room and stored it in the garage. Darlene pitched in and arranged for some round tables and some chairs from the university to be brought out and set up. She even got nice table linens and small candelabras for each table. I was pretty much banished from the house, although I did make one stop in the. She was a slim girl, five foot five in height, with a typically attractive, ‘perfect-looking’ face. Ellie lived with her parents, and visiting her closest friends for the entire weekend would be an exciting time for her.The door opened. Florence was standing there, already in her pyjamas, tentatively awaiting the arrival of her two guests. Florence was the sixteen-year-old child of two proud owners of the large city mansion that Ellie was stepping into for the hundredth time. She had long.