Guzided by cables, a wooden beam drops into place, ready to serve as a whipping post. Linda is turned to face it, back to the crowd, her arms are rais...d and chained in place.„You haven't told us what you did to deserve this punishment, but I think we're going to get it out of you soon enough, don't you?“Marion begins with a vigorous hand spanking. Who can blame her. Linda's heart-shaped backside is a masterpiece of nature. The feel of the satiny skin arouses Marion, the sight of the dancing. It would be a long night. Her train wouldn’t arrive in Bellinzona until nearly a quarter to one in the morning and she wouldn’t be in Locarno until ten past. Her friend Alex, upon whom she was relying on for accommodation, worked late in a bar in Ascona a few kilometres away. He had told her to phone him on her mobile when she reached Locarno and he would come and pick her up. Alex was an old friend and entirely sympathetic when she’d phoned him and told him she needed to get away for a few. " I walked over to her and held out a hand. She just looked at me."I don't care much for boys," she said, her face set in a hard expression.I thought for a moment. Into my mind flitted memories of some of the bullies and jerks and others of my gender who'd stained my life's path."You know," I said, looking right into her eyes, "a lot of the time I don't either." Then I grinned.Her face softened, a smile tugged at her bare lips. "You any good with that thing?" she asked, then blushed at her. When he asked me to turn onto my stomach again I moaned aloud in frustration.When he took his position at the head of the table, I decided to put my arms over my head and leave my hands on the table edge. Jonny rested against the table as he worked my shoulders again, and I could feel the heat of his muscular legs against my hands. As he continued my massage I began to gently rub my fingers against his outer thigh. He was wearing sweatpants, and I soon found the outline of his jockeys..