What will you do with Skylark?

Release her for more testing

Walking up behind the trembling teen makes her tense with apprehension, but you merely free her right wrist from its bonds and she sighs with relief. When you order her to extricate herself from the whipping post, she actually starts crying at what she thinks is a reprieve, but you don't plan to let her off so easily. You watch her struggling to undo the cords holding her arm in place for a few moments, then tut loudly and take a looped plastic cord from the rack of spanking implements, running it through your hands appreciatively.

"Hurry up, girl," you admonish gently, looking in vain for an unblemished region of skin for you to whip. Finally, you give up and just flick the lash randomly over your guest's supple flesh. The extra impetus of the maddening pain is enough to see her battle free and start working on the straps, hampered by lack of sight due to the way her head is secured. You get in a particularly good stroke to her swollen left nipple, wet with tears, just as she manages to untie her left arm, but although she howls, she somehow stops herself from reaching for the abused nub to soothe it. That's a marked improvement on her self control from last night and you're pleased your harsh lessons seem to be bearing fruit.

When Bethany arrives, you allow her to help the suffering blonde down from the whipping post and have her convert it into a spanking bench for Skylark to lie down upon. The look on the youngster's face when she realizes her ordeal is not yet over, after all, is most gratifying, as is the sight of her delectable figure, criss-crossed with welts and bruises.

Once the slim blonde is in position, you carefully sit on her face so she can tongue your arsehole. You warn her that she'll get the whip again if she's not enthusiastic enough and the threat alone is sufficient to have her licking and sucking with determination bordering on the ****. It's very nice, but she's here to be tested, so you nod to your grad-student to begin the distraction you arranged last night. She kneels at the end of the bench and starts to run her perfectly manicured purple nails over the soles of Skylark's feet. Her parents warned you she was ticklish when they hired you and sure enough, her legs jerk away spasmodically, so you order her sternly to hold still.