“Hi, I’m Marcy.” She extended her hand and I shook it. The locker room was silent, we were the only ones there. I had only seen a few other peop...e and the gym staff on my way in. “Halley. I like your heels. Where’d you get them?” We chatted about shoes and shops while I took off my jewelry, and undressed. I slipped out of my jeans, and she took a sharp breath. I was suddenly self-conscious, I wasn’t wearing any underwear that day. I had gotten a wax the day before, and I relished the feel of. ”“Marry the Lady Sasaki to my brother. There is legal precedent, the practice of gyauenkon. But only if he consents. The two are very alike, both bookworms who prefer to spend their days indoors. I’m certain that they will get along well, but the choice must be his alone to make. Arranged marriage is an ugly custom that we should have left behind on the lowlands.”“But your brother is too young to support a family,” his father protested.“He’s only a few years younger than me, and this was always. .. THWACK!The first stroke of the whip drove all coherent thought from her mind; her father, counting the strokes, even her own naked plight were all forgotten in the hell of pain that she was enduring. The Emir had not struck particularly hard, but she had never experienced anything remotely like this before. Dimly she could hear someone a long way away screaming like a stuck pig. It was only gradually that she realised the screams were her own.When she had recovered a little, the Emir. Instead of desks, like most classrooms, all of our had tables that sat two, and the first day of class I was caught off guard by Makayla rubbing my leg the whole time. This went on for weeks, and I even started doing the same to her. One day, she had a cup of ice and was wearing a dress, so I took a piece and ran it up and down her leg, going fairly high up. It was so sexy to watch her shudder and try not to moan in the middle of class. Today she had her legs propped up on my lap for the whole.