"You said you wanted everyone to know Jenny, they won't do anything, they just want to watch you get your first fuck." You asshole Michael, I hate you...!" she screamed, "I fucking hate you!" and began to cry.Michael said, "You'll get over it. What do you think little whores like you are for?" as the whole gang came into the bedroom lead by Veronica who was naked from the waist down."Oh Jenny," Veronica beamed, "cheer up, you are turning in to such a good whore! I can't believe what a good job you. He stopped writing. “It’s your choice, ma’am. A hard lashing with my belt...or the ticket.” He stared at her for a long, long moment. “I won’t be gentle. You need to learn a lesson.” After another long moment, the scratch of the pen started again. “Okay.” It came out of her mouth like a squeak. She couldn’t believe she’d said it. “Okay, what?” “I’ll take the spanking.” “I told you, this won’t be some playful spanking like your boyfriend gives you. This will be a lashing. You will feel it. The books I read didn't provide me with the explanations I wanted because they were mostly talking about adult communications and what psychology the books gave didn't apply to kids my age. But where the books were interesting was in providing new techniques to study how people communicated in groups. For example, and there were many ideas like this, an observer of a group's interaction can use a piece of paper to write people's initials laid out to represent where they were standing or sitting. I grant you, I'm open to all sorts of adventures, but this is a whole 'nother thing. I watch Mistress pick up the ice cream scoop and container of gelato.Black cherry. How apt!"Lance be a darling, won't you? Pull up chairs for us while I serve." She scoops out a ball of the sweet frozen confection.Oh shit, here it comes. I'm a living sorbet cup -- no, given my funnel-like configuration I'm one of those deep parfait cups where you have to dig deep for the last delicious drips of melted ice cream.