He was certain that Bruce felt the same way, and so he was truly surprised by the way Bruce was doting on Connie. He and Bruce had been close friends ...or the three full years, since they met as freshmen on the University’s football team. He and Bruce had gone through a lot of girls during that time, and none merited more than a passing interest. Thus Bruce’s exclusive interest in Connie was completely unprecedented. When he asked Bruce what was so special about Connie that attracted him, he. I woke with my finger reminding my clit that just because it is has a lovely bundle of nerves clustered right there it don’t matter. That it is my finger that morning had all the power. My pants were no where to be found (I found them later they had been tossed under my bed. I guess my sleeping self decided that pants were bad news), the blankets about my knees, which were spread wide, and oh so wet. Since that day was a work day; it meant an early shower as the weather was turning and well, it. You dont have the money to pay me back, slut. He hissed the words through clenched teeth and looked angrily down at her. At six feet tall he towered over her petite frame. She whimpered and looked away from his piercing gaze. He tightened his hand and shook her, slamming her back against the wall as he spoke. Fucking look at me when Im talking to you! Trembling, she returned her fearful gaze to his, trying hard to shrink away from him and press herself into the wall. I hired you. I told you. I made sure she heard my belt unbuckle, heard it slither out. A much-used belt; thick black harness leather, carefully stitched. She knew all about the belt, of course - she'd told me about her father strapping her sister; now, at last, it would be her turn.I folded it double."Thank me for each stroke, Katerina." Yes, sir."The lash raised high, whipped down hard. The wounded cry: "Thank you, sir."Flogged her again, her thanks lost as the third, fourth, fifth blows descended in rapid succession..