Houlihan whipped open his cell phone. He went to the file containing pictures, and showed a picture of her license plate, and also other cars parked o... the street. “What night was this? Where were you?” Busted. Monica knew. Somehow, he knew. “Who told you?” She raged. “Who the fuck told you? “That’s a secret, Monica. I told you, you needed to behave. This is strike one. You promised to be a good girl and not do any more stripping parties, or be the school slut. You agreed. And you lied to me.”. Thirty strokes of the cane on the bare bottom was a terrible price to pay she thought.And all those people watching and leering at her cunt and arsehole….She read the notice over and over and she could almost feel the cane on her arse each time she read it ………..Meg considered going straight away to get it over with before work but that would make her late and her boss had promised to spank her if she were ever late and he would tease her relentlessly when he saw her red striped bottom. Meg had. I had no time to bring myself to orgasm but I knew I’d do so that evening in bed as I thought back over the incident.All too soon the holiday was over and we travelled home. I’d kept myself busy with my fingers, dwelling on the two incidents and had many orgasms thinking of what might have been. On the Saturday I went round to see my best friend, Amber. As she made us two coffees in the kitchen she asked how the holiday had been and I found myself recounting the episode in the surf shop. Amber. He told me she was a better cock-sucker than I was. That strangely made me want to do a better job. I started moving my head faster, and used my lips and tongue even more than I was used to. He said how much fun it would be if we both had dates here, and if we were both getting our cocks sucked.It was hard for me to imagine that his fantasy would be any more exciting for me than what was actually happening in the real world. For perhaps the first moment, I weighed the pleasure of what I was.