Robert was punctual and high spirited. They reached the motorway before he told her the programme. “Watching tennis, playing tennis, good food, fres...h air, back tomorrow,” he said. Calthorpe Tennis Club was for the smart and rich. Robert was a long-time member. The courts were clay, laid out behind the club building and overlooked by tiered terraces. They sat on the highest terrace and ordered alcohol-free Mojitos. Below them sat twenty or more beautiful bohos, as Robert called them. He beckoned. She had been staring me down the whole time. Wanda bit her lip and had added nothing yet.“A tie? Everyone else abstaining?” I worried.“No,” Pat and Wanda shook their heads. Wanda let Pat speak first. “You don’t know everybody I know. You didn’t go to my school. If I’m here they could be here. What if you hadn’t recognized Marin’s last name? What if you had sacrificed her to Reggie? Connie got it. How many cheerleaders are there?”“Seventeen.” She answered. “Fifteen to perform and two backups in. Having secured her ankles, I released her hands and quickly attached first one and then the other to the top of the cross. Then I hoisted her up so that she was swinging and removed the blindfold.I stood in front of her with the whip."You have been very disrespectful," I said. "And now you are going to be punished."I laid the first lash across her thigh. Not hard, but even so she squealed. The second brought forth more squealing and the third and fourth outright blubbering. I really hadn't the. She hadn’t worked since her university days and the thought of putting her skills up on the chopping block and sell her services to the highest bidder filled her with a dread that there would be no interest. After all, she was in her mid-thirties and her tits were sagging with gravity when she wasn’t wearing a “push-up” bra and she could see in the mirror her nipples were not quite as perky as when she was back in school. At least, her sturdy bum was fully serviceable and she knew all the man.