I told her, neither was I.We got talking, and she told me her name was Tina and she liked cocks. Big, big cocks.I told her I’m Brianna and I love th...m big too. I told her about my first time at sixteen with Jeff under the bleachers. She told me about her first time at sixteen with Brian in a cemetery.I smiled and told her if she ever changed her mind about going from Brian to a Brianna, just let me know.The next day at school, Tina told me she had changed her answer from No to Yes. She told me. All you need to worry about, for now, is doing as I tell you. Nothing more. Is that understood?”“Yes, Mistress,” I managed, doing my best to impress Mr. V and Candy with what a good girl I was and how well I obeyed Mrs. Vandermeer. This was uncharted territory, but I somehow knew that making her look bad in front of others wouldn’t go over well, so I paid very close attention to everything she said and did and kept my mouth shut, except when taking food from her hand. Yes, she fed me little. Mrs. K remained horrified that she was being spanked with the hairbrush, but, again, had to accept that if this was going to be a spanking that was memorable then this was exactly right. In fact, she realised that Ivana had played her in exactly the right way both to ensure that she ended up across her lap, but also that the spanking was going to be as effective as it needed to be. So, while she started to cry uncontrollably, she again told herself that she was certainly not going to forget to. It’s a very large, old mansion built in the early 1920s with lots of winding hallways that lead to countless rooms. There’s a band and people dancing but also wandering all over the house and grounds. It’s a fancy party, black tie. You’re looking very dashing in your tuxedo, and I gently tease you by joking about how you look like James Bond. My long, dark brunette hair is loosely pinned up, and I’m in a bright blue silk gown. The color is lovely on my fair skin. The gown has a deep halter.