"Now, I am going to give you 40 very hard lashes, but of course this is very different then any of the previous whipping." You explained. "the firs...t strike of the whip will land on your left breast, the second on your right and then" taking my shaved pussy in Your hand "the third will land here, on your exposed and sensitive pussy lips" Your hard voice said. "Now shall W/we begin?" You asked in a playful tone. I quickly shook my head no and You simply laughed a very cold laugh. "Ah,. I made three more back up discs and hid two of them in my closet. I left one out and made sure that she could see the words, “Back Up Of Biff Taylor’s Party.”Saturday Afternoon:Jill knocked on my door. My mother let her in and called to me. When I came downstairs I smiled at her. Jill asked my mother if it was alright if she went up to my room to talk. Mom said that it was okay then smiled at me.Once in my room Jill closed the door and locked it. I got scared! Jill sat on my bed and said that. ......OH GOD!....." Then she went quiet but her breathing came in gasps and a kind of jerking or choking with occasional light whimpering sounds until finally she sighed long and longingly. I said softly, deeply huskily "That sounded wonderful." When she said that I'd made her pussy clench, I was beside myself, nearly coming too. After a few minutes she asked if I'd mind if she got her "rabbit" and came again. Of course, I had no objection(!!!) and told her that I'd love to share more. . She was four years old when she deduced this. Even then, she was exceptional. Unfortunately, all gifts come with a price and Miranda’s were no exception: she was frail, if not downright sickly. She didn’t actually get sick all that often, but she was constantly exhausted, needing to rest between classes and before any kind of social activity, no matter how calm or relaxed it would be. It was as if, to fuel her genius, her mind was consuming her body for fuel. And this affected her in other,.