Learning from her, I would take a birch rod to her body and leave her dripping, both literally and figuratively.Learning from her, I would take a birch rod to her body and leave her dripping, both literally and figuratively. She really loved to be whipped, perhaps as much as I did. Completely wanton in her desire to achieve a new orgasmic high, Danielle would sometimes beg to treated more harshly than I thought was humanly possible. Two weekends ago, Danielle stood in front of me as I sat on the sofa. I was wearing a dark blue skirt miniskirt with a white, cotton blouse. I left the top two buttons of the blouse undone, for "show". She came out of the bedroom carrying a long, thin, cruel-looking, black leather birch rod in her hand. I looked up at her, wide-eyed. She was wearing a short, black leather skirt with a matching vest, opened at the chest. She was bra-less. Half of her tits were hanging out. "Laurie," she said, staring straight into my eyes, "what is the punishment for little girls who have been bad?" I smiled. "A real good whipping usually takes the badness out of them. |