It wasn’t as if she was showing up to work wearing her t-shirt that said ‘SPANK ME’. Yes, she was curious, but she had always been curious about...life and different lifestyles. Her curiosity helped contribute to making her a better writer, and part of that curiosity was about Donovan Corbett, Dominant, Master, Trainer of Sex Slaves, Mephistopheles in an Armani suit. He had been mentioned in the article, but had refused an interview. Laci was aware of Donovan Corbett. Everyone in town was aware. And after a few moments she gradually raised herself back up on her toes, whispering, “Thank you, Sir.”I gave her another smack with the belt. Then another. And another. And another. Sometimes I gave her one on the backs of her thighs for variety. Nadine took her whipping very well each time. She cried out with the pain, bounced up and down and waved her behind, bit her lip and whimpered, but she maintained her position and always remembered to thank me.It was around the sixth or seventh. With bodies as athletic as theirs, finding interested girls was hardly a struggle, but earlier in the day they had secretly admitted to each other just how much they enjoyed their incestuous liaisons.Even now, though they weren’t directly stimulating each other, just sharing the experience was a joy to both of them. As Lily continued alternately sucking them off, they leaned forward and passionately began to make out.Looking up and watching them, Lily almost came on the spot. Her blow job. I imagine my faceagainst those legs. Running the cheek of my face over her thighs.Stop it! Stop it! I'm going off the deep end. I can feel my cocktwitching against the velvety smooth panties.How long as she been gone? Time is so slow.I try to sleep. No luck. I eat some of the gross snacks in the hotelrefrigerator. That didn't kill much time. I pace incessantlyAn hour or two later I hear the door unlocking. Finally, she's back. Ifeel so angry at her like I could strangle her, and yet.