As the harsh cracking of the lustily wielded strops mingled with the yelps and howls of distress emanating from Mrs Jenkinson's throat, the square beg...n to fill up again as the citizenry, whose appetite for other people's pain and discomfort had by no means been sated, emerged from the Rose and Crown, The White Lion, The Feathers and sundry other places of refreshment to stare at the amazing scene.Mr Fenton-Jones was on the point of coming to his aunt's assistance when one of the locals. We all felt like kids again playing this silly game. Of course I was the last one to get out so I as stuck washing the dishes. April offered to help me, I washed and she dried. In the middle of washing dishes she leaned over and whispered something in my ear. “Do you remember when we were little and we would always play together?” “Uhh… yeah. How could I ever forget?” “Did you ever tell anyone about the basement game?” “No, I never once spoke of it to anyone.” Of course I was lying, I told. "“Oh I’m so sorry,” Curlers apologized.“That’s no problem, you are here to learn and I am very patient with my pupils, honey. Just try it again, but with the whip this time.”Curlers reached way back with both hands on the whip and put some real effort into her swing and cracked his stretched sac hard! He screamed very loudly that time and started crying a little and thrusted his pelvis up hard to relieve the tension.“Your swing needs to be smoother and not so hard. We want this to last for a. " To my surprise my Mother stopped and with pleading eyes and tone, begged, "Hannah, please stop. You are my best friend." "Yes Elaine, you are my best friend too. And now we will be even better friends, friends with benefits. Plus you will also be my little lez slave," Hannah explained. Hannah stared at my Mom, as after years of equality between the two, the balance of power shifted right in front of my eyes. I watched amused as I began to believe my Mom would break, just as Hannah predicted,.