“You have a “date”, remember?” I chuckled… She got misty eyed again, but the champagne took over and she relaxed again…I dimmed the lights... I put on some soft calming music... the doorbell rang. Donny appeared at the door. He even brought flowers, a debonair gesture, but unnecessary for this “sure thing”. He was dressed casually, in a silk shirt and slacks. I could see his rod already bulging through the slacks. He made some pleasant small talk, and I asked Lisa to come out to see Donny. She. She placed her bag on the floor and then unbuttoned her blouse. Unhurriedly, she shrugged it off her shoulders and then reached back and unsnapped her bra. They fell to the floor at her feet and Oscar feasted his eyes on her virtually perfect breasts. Although it was Saturday and the mall was crowded, no one glanced her way or noticed that she was now topless. The girl unzipped her beige miniskirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she placed her thumbs in the waistband of her blue thong. I looked curiously at Lawrenzo and asked if I had heard correctly and what that was all about. He laughed and replied that the “whipping of the Wenches” was every ones favourite event, 2 young girls volunteer every year to be displayed on a stage in the Town Centre and whipped with a light whip. He went on to describe how they would be tied up, their clothes ripped open just enough to protect their modesty and they would pretend and act like they were really being whipped. He assured me that. I think I was like 3. I would get in trouble, and, remember, this was from a time when it was still acceptable, my parents would spank me.Interviewer: I don't understand. Even I was spanked when I was young.Me: Yes, but how did you respond?Interviewer: Well, I cried, of course. Ever child cries when they are spanked.I shook my head.Me: I didn't.Interviewer: Really?He looked at me strangely.Interviewer: What did you do?I laughed.Me: Well, I cried. I guess it is still natural. But, I enjoyed it..