We went into the Kitchen whilst the girlssauntered to the lounge."Two glasses of wine" Jenny ordered as they headed away.I poured the wine and as an a...dded flourished served them on a tray. Jennybeamed when she saw the waiter style service. Back in the kitchen Iwashed the dishes and Robert dried, because he did not know the layout Ijust had him dry and stack them on the worktop. We chatted about a fewthings, I quizzed him about his work and he asked me about mine. Wediscovered that we both loved. Cool air played over my skin. I looked at her and saw excitement in her eyes. More. I saw desire there. Abandon. Raw, a****l need. Her eyes sparkled and her face, flushed, was pinched with anticipation. Her eyes were dark pools and I felt myself drowning in them.I reached down and gently coaxed her hand from my cock. It sprung out of her grip and twitched in the air, desperate for any friction at all. I rose up on to my knees. My cock bobbed before me. She gazed up at me, a wicked smile playing. ”She blanched and seemed to cower a little but made no protest. I picked up my riding crop from the table and slowly stood up.“Stand up slut.”She did so with amazing speed.“Turn around and then bend over my desk.”Hesitantly but obediently she did so. I paused to admire her rather sweet and pert bottom. Although her back was criss-crossed with her recent beating her bottom was almost unblemished although there were signs of previous punishments now almost gone.“I think 24 strokes is good enough. Kind of made Kriss lose hope and give up on him though. By sixth grade even Kriss knew Jean was like in the same league as Ingrid Bergman, and that if wolfboy here liked to look at Swedish blondes, he probably didn’t care about the speed of Kriss’ softball pitch any more. Of course I’m eternally grateful there was no sex education in elementary school, so Kriss had no idea how to trip him,” Mattie said.“Me too. Kriss was a cool girl in second grade, when her softball pitch and her homerun swing.