A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Miss Fenner opened the door and was a little afraid to see two very stern looking Nuns standing the...re. The Nuns were dressed in long black habits,veils and white coifs. They both had long ,thick black straps around their waists,hanging from these straps were numerous rosary beads. One of the Nuns managed a slight smile,which was sinister."Please,come in," Miss Fenner said.The Nuns entered the Principal's Office.Miss Fenner offered tea,which was. Then she started talking about one guy in her group that was driving a beautiful vintage Jag.She talked about how soft the leather seats were and how well the car rode and drove. Finally one night she said how she thought the owner would be really rough but she couldn't believe how gentle he was. Still I never suspected anything.Then the phone calls started. Often about 8:30-9:00 on weekends the phone would ring and she would answer. She never really said much, but I noticed she would. 15pm “We’re just about here, ladies.” I sit up and take in my surroundings. True to Chris’s word, it’s gotten quieter and quieter as we’ve driven closer to our destination. We’ve been mostly on single-track roads, and passing traffic has been rare. Once or twice we’ve had to pull into a lay-by to let somebody squeeze by, but what cars there have been have mostly deferred to our stately Jag. The road we’re in now is very shady, with willow trees hanging low on the left hand side. They brush. Lucy screamedagain, but there was more than pain there, it was what she needed, she just hadn'tknown it till then. Another slap resounded across her butt, making her groanout loud. Another and another followed. Lucy realised with shame that she wasdripping."See! You are a dirty slut, now beg me to slap you again Whore" OH god please slap me, beat me harder" Lucy couldn't believe her ownears. She was begging this bastard to hurt her. He obliged by adding another12 slaps across her ass cheeks. On.