Even if it was bad, they would continue to explore their feelings for each other. A very important component of all this was Mandy’s rock solid conv...iction that Jack would not blab about what they did to his friends. It wouldn’t get around school, and her reputation wouldn’t be harmed.This gave them both the freedom to try things without fear.And because they were doing the same things they had seen their parents doing, they did them without guilt, as well.They stood, rather than lying down.. Again their tattoos caught her eyes immediately. She noticed that all other eyes in the room were focussed on them as well. But now Wendy was talking. “Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming. I assume that Linda and Bob have told you why you are here. My name is Wendy, and I am your Mistress of Ceremonies. This afternoon, these two sluts will become tattooed slaves just like me, and you are all welcome to watch. In case you are concerned, both of these sluts have already. ' I knew that a roadside turnout was up ahead about one kilometer and I asked Trevor to pull over so that I could have a smoke. As I stepped out of the truck, I said (unnecessarily), "You might want to check your text messages." I lit up and watched through the window as he read his message and appeared to reply. I found myself wishing that I could know what they were saying. Not out of jealousy, but rather so that I had a handle on what, if anything, they might be planning. But I took my time. Setting the ruler aside, he reached out to gently caress her bottom, rubbing over the area where the pain had set in the worst. Sarah sniffed, blinking as a tear leaked out from the corner of her eye.“Twenty-five more to go,” said the headmaster.He picked the wooden paddle this time, and giving her bottom a few soft taps with the surface of the device, he raised it up into the air.“WHACK!”“Aaughhh-”All the breath in her body seemed to have left all at once, and Sarah gasped as she tried to.