Then I get a text. I open it and there are six photos or a very attractive blonde girl who is totally naked. The text read. Sam, I finally decided to ...ake your advice. I looked thru the photos again and figured out what she meant. Her first photo she had a full bush and the next four it got progressively less. Until the last photo she was completely shaved. I felt so embarrassed since I had to let her know that she sent this to the wrong number. I decided to see what would happen when I sent. After twelve applications of a leather tawse she had not laughed any more. The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her second visit, following her disobedience in failing to stand still had been easier than either the first or the third. On that occasion she had been made to step into a small chamber which had then closed behind her, leaving her in a four feet square enclosure. The confinement. I hadn’t had sex for what seemed like ages and I was boiling over already!He was taller and heavier than me; much fitter than me too – and quite a lot younger. I had already wondered to myself what could he possibly see in a guy a good 10 years older than himself? Was I even wise to invite him round to my place? I’m relatively short, about 5’6” and lightly built, so he could easily overpower me in the wrong circumstances. But all those doubts evaporated in that first, passionate embrace. His. As they talked, Lacey hadn't noticed that Trish's hand had begun to slide over her leg. When she did notice, it didn't appear to bother her anymore due to this warm feeling inside and the drink affecting her judgment a little.Trish kept complimenting her on her looks, her body and how sexy she was. Lacey blushed, tried to look away as Trish smiled at her before making a move.Trish asked if Lacey had ever kissed a girl, to which she informed her she hadn't. Trish leaned in to kiss her, Lacey.