I cry out in pain, I feel the blood running into my mouth and down, soaking into my shirt. "Are you going to take my soul?" I slur at her. She smiles ...at me. "Not until your about to die, and I plan to cause as much pain as possible first."She drags her left hand down my blouse ripping it off me in tatters. My bra goes with it. "I always did like your boobs. So firm but so soft." She places her mouth against my right nipple grabbing it between her teeth and lightly nipping. I can't suppress my. The tawse moves down onto my thighs and my yelps become more shrill as the pain increases.She stops. I know what is coming next and I dread it, but at the same time I think to myself, “I want to be here, and this is what I am here for.”The riding crop strikes. Mistress K has a wonderful technique with the riding crop. She alternates between striking with the stiff rod of the crop hard across my cheeks and thigh and then hitting with just the leather tip somewhere on my backside. You would. French this might happen; that people might stay away." Did you tell folks you were going to open?" his mother asked."The sign's been up for a week." Well, winter might not be the best time to start," she said.Robert nodded. "Maybe we ought to buy an ad in the Sentinel." Wouldn't hurt," said his mother. "Mr. French has run ads for his Georgetown place, hasn't he? Sometimes you have to ignore a person's politics."Robert undressed and lay on his bed, enjoying the warmth of the quilt and thinking. For a long moment, I couldn’t reply. I was still trying to catch my breath and sort through the sudden lust I was feeling for my best friend.“Liv, I, uh…” I had no idea what I was going to say, which was fine because she cut me off immediately, walking over to give me a decidedly non-lusty kiss on the cheek.“Trish, don’t worry about it, I said it was fun.” She beamed at me for a moment and then waggled a finger in the direction of my pelvis. “Now, why don’t you tuck that into your cute little.