I found her sitting on a stone by the lake watching Shell fish."Hello," I spoke in greetings as I walked up behind her.My voice startled Little Fish a...d she jumped to her feet and turned to face me. For a second I detected the same glare of annoyance that Pebble always gave me whenever I spoke to her. I chucked softly at the thought. Then I paused as I watched Little Fish's expression change to one of cordial acceptance. It made me wonder."Can you tell me something Little Fish?" I asked. "It's some sort of game... I think Bobby Fisher left it in my room." said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or getting double-teamed after too many shots of fireball. "How do I look?" She turned to Claire for critique, but she really wanted affirmation that she slayed... and she did slay, but at times it was overbearing. Denise would turn any eye at the party on a regular day, but in those booty shorts and fishnet leggings the guys. She helped me pick out an outfit and I continued to dress myself while talking to her. When I was done we both walked out of the room being ready to go, I was in front she was behind me. She slapped my ass (for fun) saying that I looked hot. As I walked out I imagined you slapped it, another warm feeling came over me. Again my nipples got hard and I felt them almost stick out of my dress.We had some drinks together and went out to the town for some drinks in a club. We had a lot of fun did a. With each continuing bite of the crop she knew its effect would not quickly fade. Being accustom to regularly receiving such treatment she knew the flogging would not be short lived. Being careful not to shift positions, her rear being presented at an ideal angle, no part of her bottom was escaping the attention of the crop. How long it continued, she had no idea, the guests remaining silent, a few she saw were nodding appreciatively at what they were seeing. Feeling the strokes now growing in.