“What grade are you in?”“Sophomore.”“Fifteen or sixteen?”“Sixteen as of three weeks ago!” Cecily exclaimed.Which made her ‘legal’ ...in Ohio, something I needed to be even more cognizant of given the trouble I’d encountered with Vickie’s dad on my previous trip. Thinking of that made me wonder if I’d run into Deputy Nelson. I was sure I would, given the crazy turns my life seemed to take with regard to women.“Do you have your ticket to freedom?” I asked.“Ticket to freedom?”“He means a driver’s. Business was a little slow; there were only 3 other customers in the sparely decorated restaurant with 12 tables.An Asian woman, maybe in her mid-forties came over and introduced herself. She caught my attention immediately. She was 5'8", had very smooth skin, had big eyes, and was a little chubby, but certainly not obese. Her full-cheeked smile struck me as especially warm and inviting."So, what do you think of the food -- my food?" She asked, looking me up and down -- was she checking me. Her soapy hands moved down her pudgy belly and lower between her legs. She felt how smooth she was down there. She normally did not shave down there, but she knew her sister, Susan, had a pool and hot tub at her place and she did not want to look unkempt in her modest one piece swimsuit! Thank goodness for Nair, it kept her bikini area and legs smooth and stubble-free. Her legs… Yuck! She thought as she soaped them up. Short stubby things! Oh well, it’s not like a man ever touched her legs. You moaned in obvious disappointment when I stopped, so lost in your submission that you were eager for the pain."Don't worry, baby," I said soothingly. "We're just getting started."The belt made a loud swish through the air and a satisfying smack as I delivered the first real blow of your whipping. You whimpered and moaned as I continued to beat your ass with a steady rhythm, loving the sounds and the red welts that the belt raised on your cheeks. After about twenty firm strokes, I paused.