Jenny’s eyes were riveted on Marina as she expertly began to strip to
loud whistles and cheers, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, sleeves first,
peeled it off, wrapped it around her ***** and ground into it before
dropping it to the floor. Her fingers moved to the zipper of her skirt,
dragging it down with erotic slowness, unfastening the clasp and
letting it shimmy down her thrusting hips.

She stepped off the stage, walked over to Marina’s table and purred.
“I’ve been a VERY bad girl, teacher.” Her eyes were hot as coals as she
handed Marina the ruler and bent over her table. “Please,” she
whispered for Marina’s ears only.

Marina swung the ruler and it struck the bare skin of her cheeks below the panty line. Jenny wriggled. “Again. Harder.”

Marina hit her again. And again. Until Jenny’s upper legs and thighs
glowed red. Following Jenny’s whispered requests, feeling her own heat
rise between her thighs. The crowd urged them on.

While Marina spanked Jenny, the Yeshiva School Girl unfastened her bra
and draped it around Marina’s neck, her eyes nearly drunk with lust.
“This is what I want, Marina. Can you give it to me? Will you give it
to me?”

“Yes.” Marina stood up and laid down the next slaps harder, stinging
her lover’s skin, driving her and the audience wild until, almost
reluctantly, Jenny stood up, smiled at Marina, stepped back onstage to
finish, shedding absolutely everything, finishing just as the last beat
echoed and the lights dimmed out.

And so it was that something new entered their relationship, a dark
fantasy played out in a variety of ways, with different toys and props
but always with Marina in absolute control and Jenny yielding to every
request, the kinkier the better.

~*~*~*~*~*

JadedRogue pulled the easy going Windwalker into the Planet; they both
stopped dead in their tracks, this was the place. The place they’d
watched and read about hundreds of time over, but now it was real.
Jaded stomped her foot, and Windwalker looked at her oddly, then
realized she was making sure she was standing on solid ground.

“Do you feel it? Smell the air” Jaded said, tossing a fevered look at
Windwalker. Her hat was down and she looked feral as she bit down on
the smell in the air.

Windwalker sniffed the air, thinking the northern Cajun was a bit excitable. “Yes I smell it.”