The older girl was sobbing and whimpering, trying her best to escape the
wood panelled Bircher. XXX The lines from her last whipping still
showed, feint lines that held a tinge of pink. “It’s all right sweetheart. “May I be excused Sir?” Victoria asked her employer as the warmth of the
room and the recent excitement threatened to send him to sleep. “What do you have in mind?” John asked excitedly. To the front of the
Manor there is a large ornamental lake and to the rear many smaller
buildings. “Ouch!” Deborah complained, her breath beginning to shorten now a dozen
sharp strikes had begun to tenderise her little bottom. His hands slid down her chest and belly, dwarfing the little pink nipples
that stood from her flat chest. “Now the birch rods,” Victoria urged, offering the Judge the bound
branches that had been soaking in Brine. Crying fitfully the girls tossed, their hands clawing at
