Master asked me if I was okay, and ready.I said yes. I felt the first blow of the paddle, then more, and more. Aboutfive minutes later, Master asked m...e if I'd had enough. No, I said. He continuedto spank me on my ass, and gave me a few swats on my pussy as well. He almostalways played with my nipples, pulling and twisting them while he spanked me.I heard someone say that it was a great feature… you could reach thetits while spanking the ass on this table. Master agreed, and said he wantedto buy. "Pleash, Brandi... Ineed help..." See?"He found he was sobbing freely again. Brandi ignored him and carried onpacking. "I'm not taking any of those whore clothes you bought me," shesaid, conversationally enough. "Maybe you can find some other dumb bitchto wear them, huh?"Try as he might, she would not stop, and as she carried her bags intothe main room he found himself rolling out of bed and crawling painfullyafter her, sobbing from the pain and calling her name.Brandi paused at the front door. She pulled out an apple and said we are going to play pass the apple. She got Owen to come forward so she could demonstrate, and tucking it under her chin she got him to take it from her using his own chin. I’m sure everyone had played this before as kids. But she held her hand up as someone muttered, ’Boring’. She reacted, “Oh, boring you think, well we are not using apples, we are using these.” And she held up two spongy tubes off rubber. They were about the same diameter as the apple,. He took her to the Olive Garden, they talked and ate and seemed to have some things in common, like shared musical tastes and a dual passion for pasta. They left the restaurant and then drove out to a movie that both expressed an interest in seeing. After the movie, which was a little disappointing to both, they drove around a little, then he took her home and they wound up kissing in his car in front of her house. After only a few minutes of kissing, Sandy was reluctantly willing to admit that.