The candle that was wedged between Vicky’s cheeks hits the floor… The crack of Master’s leather paddle on Vicky’s ass echoes...in the room. Master takes the gag from her mouth so everyone can hear her beg Master to stop paddling her ass. “PLEASE, Sir Stop!” but Master’s paddle smacks her ass. “I didn’t mean it Sir!” Vicky yells her voice cracking with fear. Master whacks her ass with the paddle again,. He thought that was odd, but so enamored with her and her father?s money hesaid he understood and wished her a good trip. Then she reported to the formerbureau of prisons orientation seminar for the newly sentenced to Droning. While there she learned the various rules and regulationsshe would have to adhere to and was told where and exactly what she would bedoing for the next month. Now that it had actually happened to her, Jenniferdecided she hated Droning and made no secret of it. She told. Her hand tried to push mine away! I yielded, - but only to pull up her skirts, in order to touch the bare flesh of what I had been feeling over her clothes! Gently I groped her calves, knees and thighs."Oh I. . . what are you doing, Monsieur?" Only trying to learn if you wear your garters above or below your knees. "' Above, always!"You have such sweet calves!" My hand climbed a little higher, - her skin was so soft and sweet!"Oh!. . . oh!. . . you're tickling me!. . . No!. . . no!. . ." Why!.. The black fabric contrasted with her pale skin and blond hair. After another sip of wine, she went into the kitchen to make us some dinner.Sheila was a great cook and whipped up a nice salad and chicken dinner for us. We talked a bit over dinner and finished off the bottle of Malbec. It turns out that since her divorce she's dived into running her company and while she has dated a bit, she's just not looking for a relationship at this time in her life. She opened a 2nd bottle of wine as I.