"I ... I don't think Amanda touched 'er at all."Norlan regarded Bessa, who looked back at him with glistening, anxious eyes. He turned away. "Thank yo...," he said in a cool, flat voice. "Now do what you came here to do and get out."Bessa did not even bother to verbally acknowledge his order. Her heart racing and her legs shaking, she pulled all the coverings into a misshapen lump and careened out the door.Gedric stared at his slave, his lips parted, his face a mask of confusion. He slowly closed. Just because we're not doingsomething you would do, doesn't mean we aren't doing something." Hehated the way his hair brushed his neck when he turned to look at her.Miley, who had gone to the bathroom, stood behind her, making faces,trying to get Ryan to laugh."Regardless, you'll play your game for another half an hour and thenwe'll have lunch. Then, we'll take Miley home." She turned to Miley andsaid, "Sorry, but we have to get Teagan's brother from soccerpractice." Then back to Ryan. "On. I could only nod my head.* * * *** * * * *** * * *Okay, stay calm. Play it straight. I climb onto the bed betweenGretchen's outstretched legs, nudging them further apart with my elbows.When I get to her vagina, I pause just a moment to steady myself.It's not trimmed. There's no reason to expect she would. I'm used tothat though, wives one and three were earth types. Personally, I like tokeep mine trimmed but not shaved. Don't need the irritated skin."Alright. This may be a little cool, though. She loved it that its face was that of Miss Brady which added to the reality of the punishment, as though it were given by her.Miss Brady had taught her so much about pain. The bad pain that didn’t involve being punished wasn’t so good as that was in the form the boring detention where she had to write lines. Much much better was the pain she was given when good, as a reward for doing well at something, like a project, when the punishments ranged from a slapped face to a spanked strapped.