"Perhaps you aren't a bad girl at all," he said disapprovingly. Then he began to spank her again. Harder. The slaps fell in a slow, painful rhythm. ...Slap. Slap. Slap. Tears stung her eyes. She felt dizzy, and the slaps loosened her grip on her anger, broke it. She surrendered herself to the spanking, and as she did she felt how the force of each slap reached her clit, which was pressed against his thigh. Her buttocks was burning and tingling, but her clit was buzzing and on fire. He stopped. The three of us had been drinking all afternoon, and into the evening. Jan was a light weight and had been trashed most of the day. Joel stood up and shook his head. “I didn’t bring my suit.” Jan just laughed. “Go in your boxers. I’m going in my pants and bra. What about you Carmen?” she winked at me as she pulled her top off. She knew I had a thing for Joel. He was 5’11 with dark hair and eyes and a great tan that showed he was a true Italian. We had fooled around once before, but I had been. Lisa Dutille was standing next to Matt. She’d seen Rick and Dianna, too. Ever since Miss Conklin arranged for her to get fucked by Rick’s father, she’d been wondering what it would be like to go to bed with Rick. She’d been thinking about asking Miss Conklin if she could arrange a foursome with the two men. The thought of the four of them in the same bed made her a little fluttery inside. Then she saw Rick with Dianna Hillman and experienced another surge of jealousy. ‘What’s with Rick?’ she. She turned to Denise and thanked her, saying, ‘You made a big difference to the outcome, first by setting up and running the computers, then by making sure I wasn’t disturbed by ‘support calls’ from Ken and Sid. You stayed late with me those nights when we were running those tests – which worked, thank God! – and finally, perhaps most importantly, Denise, you always give me much-needed moral support. Thank you very much for your help with all of that.’ Denise waved a hand, and just smiled. Anne.