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Jie brings a bowl of sweetly delicious hot stodge for you and a cushion for your guest, who stares at it for a second, then jumps to her feet and takes it with a whisper of thanks, holding it awkwardly in front of her body whilst she addresses you.

"Well, Jaques, this is the time. Since the pudding Jie has prepared is a little rich for me, I, that is we, thought perhaps I might occupy my mouth in another way…"

"Of course, Léa," you interrupt to spare her the embarrassment of finding a polite way to suggest giving her host a blow job in the middle of the meal. "Go right ahead."

You spread your knees apart and the blonde Frenchwoman crawls under the table to free your stiffening manhood from your lower garments. Without hesitation, she swirls her tongue round the tip and then slides her lips lower, using the roof of her mouth to stimulate the top of your erection. You savour the taste of your grad-student's cooking no less than the attentions of the lectrice kneeling on a cushion at your feet, until she determinedly takes you deep within her gagging throat, at which point she comes out slightly ahead on the enjoyment stakes. Stoically ignoring the enthusiastic cock sucking, you finish your mouthful and congratulate the Asian brunette who made it on an excellent evening.

"This is heavenly, Jie. Thank-you for organizing everything tonight, but I think we can handle the rest ourselves."

"It was my pleasure, Professor, truly. I'll give you some privacy." She leans down and whispers in your ear. "I've prepared the switches as you requested and left them in the drawing room." Then, straightening, she finishes with a bright goodbye for both you and the woman currently concentrating on your prick and tactfully takes her leave. You hear the front door open and close moments later, but by then you're too preoccupied by the twin sensations of gastronomy and fellatio to notice.

Léa sits back on her heels, licking her lips. You don't know whether it was by luck or design, but she finished you off almost immediately after you finished off the pud.

"Jie gave me some advice on pleasuring you," she muses. "I think it was successful."

You agree wholeheartedly, although you're not sure it's a good thing that your grad-students have made a study of how best to service you. In this weird world you've created, you're supposed to teach them how to please a man, but that's not much use if they know your tastes and nobody else's. Perhaps you'll have to change things up in the future, but for now there's pressing business to attend.

"What do you say to a little entertainment before dessert, to give our dinner time to go down?"

"That sounds an excellent idea, Jaques. Besides, I would like…" She breaks off, suddenly.

"Yes?"

"I was going to say: I would like to keep the taste of you in my mouth a little longer, but it was embarrassing."

The naked twenty-seven year old crawls out from under the table and puts the cushion on her chair, standing unabashed, awaiting the promised entertainment.

"No need to be embarrassed; that's something every man wants to hear from a pretty girl. Now, about your next set of belated bumps."

"Yes, Jaques. I have been expecting this. What did you have in mind for me this time?"

"I don't know whether you've ever heard this, but in a region in Africa, there's a coming of age tradition in which young girls of nineteen or twenty run naked past the local men, who whip them as they pass. I believe the idea is they prove their commitment to the community by suffering excruciating pain and in return they can rely on the protection of their menfolk for the rest of their lives. I know it's not quite a birthday spanking, but I thought it was interesting enough for us to try."

"I have heard of this, but excruciating pain, Jaques? Is that not a little **** for our bit of fun?"

"Excruciating for them, certainly, probably never having been flogged before, but for a woman in our society, after experiencing an assessment, surely more than bearable."

She considers this and then nods. "I trust you, Jaques. Whatever you say I will do."

"In that case, follow me."

You lead her back through the hall to the drawing room, where you find two tall vases containing a selection of skilfully prepared switches steeping in brine to maintain their suppleness and sting. When you were discussing this earlier, Jie mentioned that stingy impacts are generally more unpleasant for the girl receiving them than thuddy ones, so what you were saying about the whipping being easily bearable might not be entirely true, but there's only one way to find out.

You take a handful of switches from one vase and dry them on a towel Jie also helpfully provided. Léa comes over for a closer look and shudders. You don't blame her. Although they have been carefully trimmed to make sure there are no sharp edges or points, they still look quite vicious.

"Alright, Léa, for this to be authentic we should really take it outside and you could run past me a few times while I whip you until the switches break, but since this is supposed to be a set of bumps, perhaps you'd prefer to offer yourself up for a flat twenty-six in here."