Nanny Penny

Nanny Penny

She disobeyed, and someone had to pay. (SCOTTISH DIALECT)

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* * *

Mr. Carter shakes his head. He is nae in his usual jovial mood.

"You've disappointed us, Penny. We gave you one simple rule, and you disobeyed."

I know I'm done for. Me bum is sure to be carted off back to Scotland in shame. I cannae imagine what sort of reference they would give me now. I fancy I'll be lucky to find a job as a pet-sitter, let alone another placement as a nanny.

His bonnie wife stands behind him, glaring at me in her usual haughty manner. She would seem more fearsome except for the vision in me head of the last time I seen her, shackled to that wooden cross with red stripes across her bum. A giggle threatens to bubble up from me belly, but I manage to hold it down. 'Tis nae the time nor the place for flippancy.

This was such a gem of a job. I cannae believe how quickly my silly, Scottish curiosity dropped it like a jobby in the jonny. What were I thinking?

* * *

I was livin' the dream. I'd left dreary Edinborough when I were accepted into one of the finest uni's in the sunny south of California. Here I was, a simple, young Highland country lass in the land of milk and honey. Then I found the advert for a nanny, for which I had ample experience and excellent references from the laird back home. It were too good to be true.

The quaint town in the hills north of Los Angeles where the Carter family lived were nothing like me village back in Scotland. I'd never seen such a profusion of Aston Martins and Lamborghinis.

When I showed up at their spacious house for the interview, the round-faced and ever-grinning Mr. Carter ushered me down a side hall to his office.

"Call me Ben," he said.

A kind and merry gentleman in his middle-thirties, he offered me a nip of a fine Scottish whiskey, which I was heedful to decline. Wouldn't want him to think he were hiring a lush. He explained he was an executive producer who contracted with the big names in the entertainment industry. I were duly impressed.

He weren't much taller than me, and his stocky frame made him look like your average, middle-aged businessman. Yet, he were nae entirely unattractive. His effervescent personality more than compensated for his ordinary appearance. He were easy to talk to, like an old friend whom I wanted to please. He made me feel right at home, he did.

From the office next door, I could plainly hear the missus railing on some poor soul over the phone. She cursed and spit venomous invective at her poor victim about some language that were omitted in a contract.

Ben nodded in her direction and explained in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Caroline is a prestigious lawyer. Don't let her intimidate you. Unlike me, her bark is worse than her bite." He winked. Then he gave me a warning I should have heeded. "Don't ever lie to her, though. She can smell a fib like a hound on a coon."

Whatever a "coon" were, I followed his gist.

After finishing her call, Mrs. Carter made her appearance with a stern clip-clop across the hardwood floors. I were intimidated by her natural beauty, yet she were nae the Hollywood trophy wife I expected. Like a proud, elegant, Norse goddess, she was. The tall heels made her an inch or two taller than Ben.

Having warmed herself up on her phone call, she turned her guns on me, aiming a volley of incisive questions across me bow. Her interrogation left few stones unturned--family, schooling, experience, and even me past boyfriends. She stopped just shy of digging into me long-absent virginity.

I had been fairly warned of the way these Americans often blurred the proprieties of personal space. I answered most of her sharp-tongued questions as forthright and honest as I could, without offering unnecessary detail. Whenever her determined and clever inquiries approached the personal goings and comings of me former employers, I politely declined. That brought a flicker of a smile to the corners of her carefully painted berry lips, as well as a pleased expression from Ben, which warmed me.

The dynamics between the two of them were most intriguing. Ben remained silent through most of Mrs. Carter's probe--unlike her husband, she didna give me permission to use her given name. I found it most interesting that whene'er Ben would interrupt his wife, her mouth snapped shut. If he were to clarify or soften her question, she would reply, "Yes, that's what I meant." Often that were accompanied by a nasty glance in his direction which he ignored, though she never challenged him. Their interchange left me intrigued to learn more about this lovely couple.

Next, they brought in young Danny. Nary a more beautiful and intelligent boy had I seen. I was told he was but four years old--"Four and three-quarters," he was quick to correct his mother. He and I bonded immediately. He seemed fascinated with my thick curls of dark copper-colored hair, hence my name, 'Penny'. I could already see his mother's lovely eyes and mouth on his cherubic face, and he was blessed with his father's charming personality. We became fast friends.

While Danny and I played, Ben and Mrs. Carter retired to discuss the matter. After only a few minutes, they returned with an offer. Me jaw hit the floor. I'd done my research online, and even by American rates the wage they put to me were well above standard. The deal included me own furnished suite with a kitchenette and private whirlpool bath, as well as a full twenty four hours to meself on Sundays. I would need to shuffle me day classes to accommodate Danny's pre-school, although they would accommodate me night classes, as one of them were always home in the evenings. Three weeks of vacation would coincide with their summer travel, which I was invited to join for extra income, if I were to so choose.

How could I decline?

* * *

The missus drew up an agreeable contract. We all signed, and I moved in the next day. The following month were the happiest of me life. I were making excellent grades with me schoolwork and found many friends. Often, I would meet them at the beach on me days off. I even found time to enjoy a couple of romps with well-tanned lads which kept me ooie well-polished, though the tight schedules prevented any sort of serious affair. Bright little Danny were a constant joy. Ben was always in good humor, and I got along splendidly with Maria, the rotund Nicaraguan cook and housekeeper. She presented me with a plate of Scottish bridies, which relieved a bit of me homesickness.

Mrs. Carter remained aloof where me and Maria were concerned, constantly barking some command or another at us. Her manner were different where her family was concerned. She adored both her husband and her son. I was relieved to see how warm and loving she were around Danny, doting on him as a proud mother should. She spent all day with him on most Sundays. With her husband, it was yet another matter. Mrs. Carter was often at Ben's side, their arms around each other. She didna cross him, and promptly did anything he asked of her. Still, I detected a subtle tension in their intimacy that I could'na quite describe. Something about their relationship seemed off.

Regardless, I were blissfully happy with nearly all the circumstances of my employment. One curious clause in me contract stated that I were nae allowed to enter the locked room adjacent to Ben and the Missus' bedroom. The modern design of the white brick house were a sort of an 'H', with the living and dining areas in the center. Me own luxurious suite were along the front hall, near Danny's room. It overlooked a lovely courtyard gairden, which Mrs. Carter tended to, herself.

The other arm of the 'H' at the front of the house contained the offices and a conference room that doubled as a dandy home theatre, which Ben used with his job, but was otherwise available for family entertainment. On one side of the back of the house were the kitchen and Maria's equally comfortable quarters.

The hall on the back opposite me room contained Ben and Mrs. Carter's suite. Unlike the other three halls of the 'H', that one had its own thick, wooden door, which were closed every night. The room that stretched along the left side of the hall were off-limits to me, and its only entrance were a heavy, hardwood double-width door in their bedroom that appeared to be hand-carved with an elaborate lattice pattern. From the outside, the room appeared much larger than any of the others, perhaps a meeting room, but I could'na be sure. Opaque windows with curtains and blinds offered no view to the interior from the exotic, shaded patio and bar between the two wings on that side.

It were all a bit strange to me that they would put such a restriction to the mystery room into my contract, as I were hardly ever in their bedroom, except when chasing young Danny in some game or another. But it were like the proverbial pink elephant, poking at me insatiable and oft-misguided curiosity, and I could'na help but think about it.

Maria came and went with her cleaning through the day. When I would drop an idle question into a conversation, she replied gravely. "Me no tell. You good girl, be better if you no ask, señorita Penny."

Her warning did nothing to satisfy me inquisitive nature, and only served to sharpen me interest.

Adding to the puzzle, on most of the Friday and the Saturday nights, Ben and Mrs. Carter withdrew to their quarters immediately after dinner and remained there. What were even more puzzling was the arrival of various attractive and well-dressed young women on some of those nights, who Maria ushered directly to the back suite. Over many weeks, I did nae see any of the young women leave. They were simply gone the next mairn. Me imagination concocted all sorts of dire explanations, and I began to worry for me own safety.

On one Saturday, I awoke before dawn to unusual sounds. Hiding in the shadows, I peeked around a corner to spy on Mrs. Carter, dressed in a yellow satin kimono and leading a woman to the door who'd arrived the previous night. I had nae seen the missus that she weren't fastidiously neat and well-dressed, usually in a business suit, with her makeup perfectly applied. On this occasion, her impeccably-styled hair were sweaty and limp. The young woman looked equally bedraggled, with tousled hair, her clothes amiss, and carrying her shoes, though she seemed quite happy. They paused at the door and Mrs. Carter kissed her. I mean really kissed her. It were a searing hot, passionate kiss, full of a fire such as I would nae have expected from such a cold woman. It made me ooie weep to watch them.

When Mrs. Carter closed the door behind the woman, I think I saw her flash a brief glance in my direction, wearing a coy smile, before she strolled back to her suite. Back in me bed, I hand-polished me ooie vigorously, coming hard at the recollection of that kiss. I began to wonder what sort of funny business me employers were up to in the privacy of their bedroom. Was Ben nae able to satisfy his wife? Were she more fond of women?

That certainly didna bother me--I enjoyed a bit of female companionship on occasion. Me thoughts ambled to Mrs. Carter in that robe, and the the heaviness of her tatties and the thick points of her nips poking at the fabric. I had nae seen them that they weren't clad in a bra, but it were obvious they were bigger than me own. Squeezing me gairls, I swirled a finger in me ooie, fantasizing what it might be like to close me lips around the missus's teat while Ben watched us, stroking his manhood. Once again I arched off the bed with sparkly tingles dancing all over me skin.

* * *

Perhaps six weeks after my arrival, I was presented with my first opportunity to discover what lay in the mystery room at the back of the house. It were a frenetic mairnin', being Maria's day off as it were. She was visiting family near Bakersfield, and both Ben and Mrs. Carter had aerly meetings to attend.

As Mrs. Carter ran out the front, she yelled back to Ben. "Be sure to lock the doors in the bedroom."

It were obvious to me that he did nae hear her, as he were yakking on his cell out on the back patio. He continued talking as he took the path around the back to his fine Italian Maserati.

Their private door were nae locked! After I took Danny to school, I skipped me mairnin' class to hurry back so I could check it. I tiptoed down the hall, silly though it were, since no one else was in the house to hear me.

Their elegant bedroom held a huge hot tub and the largest bed I'd ever seen in me whole life. It must have been half again larger than a king-sized bed, enough to sleep everyone in the house, with room to spare. Maria said they had special sheets made to fit, they did. The entire frame and canopy were formed from intricately interwoven, blackened iron latticework. It were gorgeous, and incredibly sturdy, easily weighing a tonne or more. On closer inspection, I noticed that the iron was scuffed in dozens of places. I could'na imagine what would cause such marks.

Each of their private bathrooms were near as large as me own bedroom. The room on the right down the hall, opposite the mystery room, was a well-stocked library overlooking Danny's massive playset in the back yard, alongside the pool, the tennis court, and the putting range.

Slowly, I turned the knob. I hesitated, pondering the risks, knowing I would be in big trouble were I to be found out. Me natural curiosity, which has earned me ample trouble a time or two, won me over.

I opened the door. Me blood froze.

A torture chamber. There were no other way to describe it. All manner of wood and metal contraptions and oddly shaped leather-lined furnishings were scattered about the room. Iron rings were fastened to every piece of furniture. Open cabinets displayed a frightening array of whips, paddles, handcuffs, vibrators, and dozens of implements I didna recognize. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors lined three walls, creating infinite reflections that caused a bizarre sense of emptiness and disorientation. Another oversize bed sat in one corner next to the tall, heavily curtained windows facing onto the patio. In the other corner were a comfy seating area around a gas fireplace, and a stack of soft blankets. It seemed a curious contrast to the brutal gist of the rest of the room.

I'd read books about such places, but had nae expected to actually see one. Ambling about, I examined the bizarre furniture, running me fingers over the surprising smoothness of the rough-hewn, X-shaped wooden cross leaning in one corner.

On me computer, I'd seen photos of people locked in old wooden stocks--not that I'd been looking for that sort of thing, of course. I were nae that sort of gairl. Ben and the missus had two stocks in their special room. One were the usual height for standing, with a gear and a crank to adjust for different size prisoners. That's what I were assuming, of course.

The other stock were low to the floor, with the hand holes and leg holes right above each other, such that anyone trapped in such a contrivance would have to be doubled over, their private parts hanging off the back of the long wooden seat, which showed evidence of frequent use. A different crank on the end of the seat were presumably intended to raise the back to position the victim's naughty bits to a suitable height for... whatever torture or other use their persecutor might choose.

I squeezed me thighs together. This were not a good idea, being here. But as it may be my only chance to examine a place such as this, I were nae going to miss out.

From one of the tall, open cabinets, I lifted a short, stiff, black whip reverently from the sharp-pointed, twisted iron hook where it hung. A peculiar flap of leather wiggled at the tip. The interlaced leather handle were comfortable in me hand. I whisked it side to side in an crossways pattern a few times, and the sound of the leather slicing through the air sent a strange tightness to me belly. Me knickers grew damp.

How could this be? I certainly enjoyed a bit of the roughhouse with me lovers, and I could'na help but diddle me ooie when I read the books that spoke of strange Victorian customs. I had nae entertained serious thoughts of bondage and whippings, and submitting meself to such sadistic acts. I were nae that sort of gairl.

And yet me ooie would nae stop drooling. I leaned back on the cushioned leather chaise in the corner and lifted me skirt, pushing me hand into me knickers. I were soaked. I eased two fingers inside, curling up to that sweet spot, using the heel of me palm to buff me clitty.

I still held the stiff whip, squeezing and fondling the leather handle as if it were a cock. What might it feel like to be thrashed by such a tool? The pain--could I take it? I brought the thin rod down across my bare thigh and gasped with the thrilling rush racing through me belly and zipping up me spine. I nearly came on the spot, I did. Again, I snapped meself, this time harder. And I did it again. Me ooie exploded in the most glorious orgasm ever. An unbelievable exhilaration flooded me body, and it didn't stop--nor did I want it to.

The aftershocks made me tremble for some minutes. As I calmed, I traced the pink lines on me thigh with a finger. It weren't as bad as I had imagined. In fact, the sting were more than a bit arousing, like a lover's nails on me skin. I weren't done. I ran the irregular surface of the whip's laced handle longways up and down me slit, letting the weave of the leather caress me clitty. I needed a cock. The thin handle were a bit smaller than any man I'd known, but it would have to do. I doubled the strap over, and as dripping wet as I were, twisted the handle into me ooie with little effort. It were marvelous!

While I squeezed and pinched me boobies, I focked meself with the whip handle, drawing me thumb over me clitty. I whipped out the handle and popped me thighs again before thrusting it back up inside meself. Then I did it again. The first orgasm on my fingers had been nothing. I nearly fainted from the dazzling sensations of coming on that handle. I lay there in the torture chamber for some time, lolling about and breathing in the strangely erotic aromas of wood, and leather, and me sex.

After fastidiously cleaning up behind meself, so as to leave no trace, I closed and locked the doors to the room. The short skirt didna cover the stripes on me legs, so I changed into an ankle-length. That prompted an odd, bittersweet twinge, however. I could'na say why I wanted to show off me stripes to everyone I saw. I were proud of them. It were weird and crazy, and I didna fully understand it meself, but there it were. Still, I certainly couldn't have the Carters asking about them, now, could I?

* * *

Over the next few days, me mind were constantly trying to make sense of what happened. Even more thought was applied to wondering who did what to whom. Mrs. Carter were a big woman. She wore a superior air and were always iron-fisted in her dealings. I could easily see her wielding a whip against poor Ben's tight bum. Or perhaps she abused the other gairls that came and went in the night. On the other hand, where Ben were concerned, she always gave in to whatever he said, though I simply couldn't see sweet and kindly Ben hurting anyone. I decided that Mrs. Carter were the strong one. Who were the submissive? And where were Ben throughout all of this? Was he the sort of man I'd heard of who liked to watch other people use his wife?

Alone in my bed at night, I could'na stop touching meself, remembering the delicious sting of the whip and letting me mind wander through all the decadent scenes I imagined might be found in their hall of torture. Me ever-hungry inquisitiveness were dying to know what sorts of antics they were up to in their private room on those Friday and Saturday nights.

All me questions were answered last night. Ben agreed to give me the Saturday night off after I put Danny to bed. He had done that once before so I could attend a party at the college, clearly against Mrs. Carter's wishes. No matter what face she made, however, I knew she would'na dare disagree, which didn't fit with my theories.

The first party at the frat house a few weeks back had been wild and fun, and I'd enjoyed meself a good romp. This one were dull by comparison, so before the clock struck midnight, I were back at home.

Swinging round to the kitchen for a late-night slice of Maria's fresh cherry pie, I noticed that the door to the hall leading to the Carter's bedroom were nae fully closed. With me itch for knowing, I opened it a bit wider. The door to their darkened bedroom at the far end were open, with a thin line of light shining across the bed from the direction of the forbidden room. Strange, muffled sounds came from that direction. Carefully tiptoeing down the hall, I heard an irregular 'thwack, thwack' sound issuing from the torture chamber, followed by muffled cries. One of the double doors were cracked open only an inch, or so. I peeked in.

Thanks to the mirrored walls, I could see everything. Mrs. Carter's wrists and ankles were bound in wide leather straps attached to the iron rings at the top and bottom corners of the wooden cross leaning in the corner. She were angled face down, naked except for white, knee-high stockings, and something strapped around her head. Her makeup was a mess, and she were squealing pitifully, but the sounds she made were muted. After a moment's inspection, I determined that the elastic straps on her head kept a black ball lodged in her mouth. A dozen bright red streaks ran across her shapely, dark pink bum and her upper thighs.

Another scarlet line appeared as Ben laid into her with the same stiff whip that I'd enjoyed only a few days before. I flinched with the sharp snap and the missus's smothered scream. Ben wore a pair of dress pants and was shirtless. I had oft admired his brawny chest around the pool, and I loved the cute bulge of his middle-aged belly. His legs and arms were muscular--he visited his gym near every day.

There were something different about seeing him like this. I could'na put me finger on it. Maybe it was his stance, or the sweat beading on his tanned skin. He seemed stronger, more manly than I'd ever noticed. In that moment, I saw him not as the warm and kindly employer. He was a man. A hot, virile, and powerful man, the laird of his domain. I could nae deny that I was gripped with a heated desire for him.

Me hand crept into me knickers again to stir the heat building in me soupy wet ooie. Ben's muscles flexed and he twisted his body, preparing to deliver another painful slash across his overbearing wife's wide, womanly buttocks. The front of his trousers showed the shadow of a bulge, and me mouth watered. What did his cock look like? What would he taste like? Would he fock his bitch of a wife once he were done punishing her for whatever transgression had necessitated such treatment? Would I get a chance to watch?

Mrs. Carter's legs were spread wide. Her gash were as scarlet as the striations on her arse. It were clear to me, she wanted everything she was getting. Despite the tears and the anguished, muffled squeals, she were enjoying herself, the same as I had enjoyed my brief romp with that same whip. Finally, I understood. I licked me lips, indulging in a fantasy of licking her twat while Ben whipped me and took me from behind. It were too much. I came hard and uttered a small squeak.

At the faint sound, Mrs. Carter snapped her head around sharply, staring into the far mirror. I ducked back, praying she hadn't seen me. Fast and secretive as I could, I scurried back to me room. Recalling every moment of what I'd just seen, I brought meself off three more times before collapsing, exhausted and sated. Drifting off to sleep, I imagined Ben's heavy weight pressing down on me, his cock spreading me ooie open while I were bound and helpless. It was but a dream, but what a delightful dream.

* * *

As Sunday is me day off, I usually sleep in until nearly nine. This day, I am nae sure I'm ready to face Ben and Mrs. Carter. How will I look at them without remembering what I've seen? Will I even be able to show respect to Caroline? That is the name Ben calls his wife. I'm nae sure she deserves the deference to call her Mrs. Carter.

The stripes on me legs have healed, so I pull on a pair of shorts and a halter top that makes me tatties stand out. I even tweak me nipples--if I see Ben, I want him to look on me as someone different, as I will now look at him in a different light. At the last minute, I slip into a pair of pink knee-high stockings similar to those Mrs. Carter wore, on the chance they might catch her husband's attention.

When I enter the living room on the way to the kitchen, Ben and Mrs. Carter are waiting. They look nae happy.

"Have a seat, please, Penny," Ben tells me. He points to the sofa. The ever-obedient child, I do as me laird commands. I pray this is nae as bad as it looks.

"You've disappointed us," Mr. Carter says to me, shaking his head. He is nae in his usual jovial mood. "You disobeyed our one, simple rule."

His gorgeous wife stands behind him, glaring at me in her usual imperious manner. After the last time I saw her, I'm finding it hard to fear her.

Still, I know I'm done for. Me heart sinks. Any thoughts of enjoying the both of them are out the window. Now the best I can hope for is to find a menial job and a cheap place to live long enough to finish out the school year. Me only chance is to feign innocence.

"Sair?" I put on my naive face. "I don't understand."

Without a word, he lifts his hand and thumbs the remote he's holding. I turn me head to the large telly on the wall and watch a video of meself, tiptoeing into their bedroom, kneeling at the door of the torture chamber, and touching meself while I spy on them.

I hang me head. Not much I can say. Cameras. Of course they would have stinking cameras.

Without emotion, Ben says, "You can pack up and we'll take you wherever you want to go. I want you gone before Danny comes home from his Aunt Lisa's this afternoon."

I'm devastated. "Can I nae say goodbye to Danny?" I plead, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I love the dear boy. Please, sair. Have pity!"

Ben's jaw is set. "I'll not have my son corrupted by your willful disobedience."

I would nae have ever imagined he could be so cruel and heartless. Then again, remembering the cruel man I saw last night, perhaps I've nae understood him all along.

"Please, sair." I'm on my knees, hands in prayer, begging. "I'll be good, Mr. Carter. I was wrong, but I promise I'll obey you and do as you say. Can you see it in your good heart to give me one more chance? Please, sair?"

His brows are furrowed in anger. He opens his mouth to respond, but Mrs. Carter whispers something in his ear. He turns and exclaims, "What? Her? This rude, immature and disobedient little brat?"

Mrs. Carter whispers to him again, seeming to explain something. I watch in hopeful silence as his features soften. The big shock is that she's the one who appears to be my white knight.

Obviously doubtful, he says to her, "Are you sure? You know what this means."

She nods and turns to me with that same coy smile she gave when she caught me watching the kiss between her and the young woman at the front door. If this comes out well, I will thank her later somehow. Thanks to the hot kiss I glimpsed, I have a few ideas. Aye, that I do...

Ben shakes his head at me. He's not yet convinced.

"My wife seems to have a higher regard for you than I do," he says. I'm equally surprised. "Penny, we will allow you to remain in your present duties until such time as we can find a suitable replacement."

A replacement? Nae! But it's a reprieve. Perhaps I can come up with some way to convince them to let me stay on for good.

I stand and offer my best curtsy. "Thank you, sair. And you, Mrs. Carter. I will nae let you down, I promise."

Ben cautions me, "Before you make your decision to stay, you should know a few things about the additional duties you will be expected to fulfill."

Perplexed, I stammer. "Uh, sair? What additional duties is that, sair?"

Mrs. Carter produces a sheet of paper. Ben hands it to me. It's a contract, similar to my original, except now I am allowed free run of the house, as well as two weekdays off instead of Sunday. I dinna understand. This is better than before.

Giving it a second look, one statement near the bottom catches my eye.

"What does this mean, sair? 'I shall present myself in total for such use and purpose as to be specified by Master Benjamin Carter'?"

Ben turns to Mrs. Carter, grinning. "She's a sharp cookie."

Mrs. Carter smiles, too. "She should be a lawyer."

He tells me, "That means I own you, Penny. You will do whatever I say, without question, without hesitation." He sneers. "I'm sure it won't be too difficult for a slut like you."

"A--a slut, sair?" I'm offended. Why would he say such a mean thing?

Before I can lash into him, he raises the remote at the telly again. Horrified, I watch meself whipping my thigh and focking me ooie with the leather handle in his torture chamber. Me stomach sinks. I'm beginning to comprehend the pile of shite I've made for meself.

"Yes, you're a nasty, disobedient slut, Penny. I was up late and saw you when you came back from that party a couple of weeks ago. You looked like a fresh-fucked wildcat. How many cocks plowed that Scottish field?"

"Tell us the truth, Penny." Mrs. Carter's admonishment reminds me of Ben's warning about her sixth sense for lies.

"One." My reply sounds weak to me

"We will not abide a liar," she says, a growl in her voice. "You want to try again?"

I look down in shame. "Two others. Wi' me mouth."

Ben laughs. "Spit, or swallow?"

Without thinking, I gulp, remembering the shameful acts. Me voice cracks as I answer.

"Swallow, sair."

He hasn't switched off the video, and from the corner of me eye I see myself popping my leg and shoving that whip handle into me ooie while grasping frantically at me tatties. It's embarrassing. Why are me knickers soaked again?

He sneers. "Then you cut class a few days ago to run off with that sassy little lesbian you hardly knew."

My mouth drops open. How the fock does he know about Carrie?

She were so sexy with those east Asian eyes and short, spiky, electric blue hair. She kept eyeing me in the coffee shop. When she got her mocha, she sat next to me and just started talking like we were old friends. She run her fingers through me curly, thick hair, grazing the tender skin behind my ear. I leaned into her touch.

"I love your hair," she said, then she kissed me. "My apartment is close. Only two blocks."

And just like that, we were strolling down the sidewalk to her place, holding hands in the southern California sun. She couldn't wait to get her door open and started kissing me in the hall. She walked me backward through her little one-room, and we fell on the bed together. Her fingers, her lips, her tongue, they were all over me. She pushed me knickers aside and focked me with her tongue, then rimmed me arse. I flew into orbit. When she suckled on me clitty, her slender finger pumped in and out of me bum. She wouldn't stop until I came twice, bucking and whimpering for mercy.

As I were the bigger one, it were no problem to shove her off and roll her over so I could sit astride her belly, pinning her arms to her side with my knees while I slowly opened her clothes. Her wee tatties were so charming and oh, so sensitive. When I curled me hand around her throat she looked up, wide-eyed with apprehension. I larned the primeval terrors of the throat from one of me old boyfriends back in the Highlands, as well as the connection between fear and sex. Few things juice me ooie quicker than a tight hand on me neck. Carrie's ooie clamped down around my thrusting finger. I held her like that while I diddled her clitty, and her first climax came quickly. I shoved me face into her shaven snatch to give her everything she'd given me, and more. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and it were nigh two o'clock before I knew it.

Ben says, "She made you late to pick up Danny, didn't she?"

I stammer again. "H-how did you...?" I glance at Mrs. Carter. She's a lawyer. No doubt she has investigators working for her. I should have guessed they would check on what sort of gairl is taking care of their sweet Danny.

He says, "If we're going to get along, you should assume that I know everything about you, Penny. I will demand your absolute trust and unwavering obedience in all matters."

Scanning through the contract, I dinna find restrictive terms.

"I see nae mention of any limits to the acts I may be required to perform."

"That's astute," he says. "We will start off easy, and you'll have ways to call a halt if something bothers you. For now, you can use the word "Danny." As we learn more about each other, we'll discuss any particular concerns you may have. For now, you will obey me in all matters. No questions. No hesitation."

I glance over his shoulder at his wife. "And Mrs. Carter. Shall I be expected to obey her as well?"

"You will answer only to me." His expression is rock solid. "At my pleasure, I may require you to take orders from Caroline. Is that a problem?"

"No, sair." I'm smiling at Mrs. Carter. "'Tis nae problem at all."

Her eyes grow interested, her lips curling up gently. "Please, call me Caroline."

I'm beginning to like this new role. I have just a few things more.

"I understand I am required to do anything you wish?"

"Anything and everything, Penny," he says. "You must trust me. Do you trust me, Penny?"

"Aye." I nod. "However, there is the wee matter of compensation for services rendered."

They both laugh. Ben says, "I knew you were a shrewd little slut."

"I cannae help it sair. It's me tight-fisted Scottish heritage."

He says, "How about an extra three thousand a month?"

"Hmm... Anything you require, you say?" I sense opportunity. It may be a risk, but me Ma always told me "Fortune favors the brave," and the Carters certainly have the money. "I cannae imagine what your demands might entail, and if I refuse a single request, I could find myself out on me bum, quick as a hello, with nothing to show for it. Perhaps eight thousand would be more appropriate."

He thinks about it, rubbing his chin. "Going mercenary on me, eh? Here's a compromise. Five thousand extra per month. You get to drive a real Lexus instead of that cheap, dented Korean knockoff. We'll give you a five thousand bonus if you make it a whole month. Another twenty five thousand after six months. If you can take whatever I dish out for a whole year, we'll add a fifty thousand bonus."

Summing the numbers quickly in my head, I'm giddy, but me Ma never accused me of timidity.

"Vacation?"

He rolls his eyes. "Will your greediness never end? No, your vacation is no longer an option. You will accompany us on our trip to Japan, and you will receive the same bonus we discussed in your previous contract, except you will have more free time. We will review those terms next year at contract renewal, assuming you're still around."

Japan! This just keeps getting better. And a chance to re-negotiate next year?

My last concern is, "What about Danny? How will I care for him?"

Caroline speaks up. "Danny worships you, Penny. Thank you for thinking of him. We will begin searching for another nanny immediately. Until we find someone suitable, we hope you'll continue to care for him first, and meet our needs as you can."

"Where do I sign?"

Mrs. Carter--Caroline--flips through several sheets in her folder and pulls out another contract. The terms and the money are exactly as we just agreed upon, including the Lexus. I get a distinct suspicion that I've been played, probably since I walked into the room. Maybe before--would they actually pay a blue-haired girl to seduce me? It was one way to find out how far I would go. I give them both a wary look, and they shrug, grinning.

When the signatures are complete, I say, "What is it you would like me to do, sair?"

Ben nods. "That's a good start, Penny. Remove your clothes. I want to see what I'm paying for."

Just as I unsnap my shorts, Maria arrives unexpectedly and sets a silver tray with coffee, fruit, and pastries on the table between us. Three cups. Aye, the hook was dangled and well set by the pair of seasoned anglers.

I gesture towards Maria and ask Ben, "Here, sair?"

He gets a dark look on his face. "No questions, Penny. You will obey me without--"

"But sair, I--"

"Penny!" His voice booms, filling the room with its awesome power. "I told you to strip! Now!"

"Aye, sair," I cower and peel me shorts over me hips and down me legs.

In his usual, affable manner, Ben says, "I hope you won't make me raise my voice again. I don't like to be interrupted."

"No sair. I'll do as ye say."

"Yes, I know you will, Penny. You're a good girl." His smile warms my heart, and I want to please him more.

"Oh, look, Ben," Caroline says, pointing at me knickers. "She's already wet."

I give a mortified glance at a grinning Maria.

Ben tells me, "Maria is quite familiar with our family traditions. You should not be embarrassed. Right, Maria?"

"Sí, señor Carter," she says. "I tell her already, she better if she never know. These young girl, they never listen."

Ben and Caroline laugh. They take a seat on the sofa, sipping their coffee and sharing a chocolate croissant as I continue undressing.

"What a lovely bush you have, dear," Caroline says. "If Ben will let me, I would enjoy trimming it up for you later." She wiggles her brow.

"Aye, mum." I cannae wait.

"Turn around," Ben says, twirling his finger. He says to Caroline, "That's a gorgeous ass. Nearly as perfect as yours, dear. Too pale, though. I look forward to adding a dash of color to it."

I gasp. I know what that means.

He says, "Which reminds me. Go fetch my favorite crop, Caroline."

"Yes, dear." She has a hint of mirth in her voice and gives me a sly glance.

I gulp. Perhaps I was too hasty in my decision. It was one thing to pop my own leg. I'm nae sure if I'm ready for this.

Ben tells her, "Leave your panties in there."

She stops dead in her tracks. "No, Ben. Please. I'm still sore from last--"

"Caroline..." he growls, low and menacing, and I feel it in me ooie.

"Yes, my love." She slinks away toward their room.

When she's out of earshot, Ben says, "When was the last time you were spanked?"

"Not since me Pa caught me stealing a dram of his whiskey. I only wanted to know what all the fuss were about."

Ben chuckles. "You know you've been a bad girl, going where you shouldn't. I will have to punish you."

"Aye, sair." Standing there naked in front of him, my contrition is matched by a mix of shame and arousal. Me nips stiffen.

He tells me, "Anticipation is half the fun, Penny. Caroline is already thinking about what I'm going to do to her, and that's driving her pussy wild. You're thinking about it too, aren't you?"

I nod, chagrined to feel the tingle of dew trickling between me lower lips.

When Caroline returns, she's carrying the crop laid across her two hands like a sacred relic. He thanks her and takes it from her, then sniffs the handle and looks up at me knowingly.

"You two should get to know each other better. Caroline, go stand in front of Penny and lift your dress." When she does, he tells us, "Use your fingers to take a sample of each other's pussy, and taste it."

I reach between her legs as she slips her finger into me ooie. She is aroused, too, just as he predicted. With her finger stimulating me, I purse me lips and start moving forward to kiss her. Her eyes widen with fear, and she shakes her head quickly to warn me. Of course. This is Ben's show.

We taste of each other, and it whets me appetite. I lick me lips slowly to let her know. She winks. We are of a single mind.

"Caroline, kneel here on the sofa. Hands on the back."

"Ben..."

Her whine sounds miserable, and his look is gleeful. I shall have to practice my begging.

He tells her, "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."

She kneels on the front edge of the cushions, leaning her hands on the back. He raises her dress. Her bum is crisscrossed with green and plum-colored stripes. When he swishes the crop in the air, she flinches.

"Penny," he says, "I want you to masturbate while I warm up my arm on my wife." He winks at me as he quietly lays the crop on the table. Caroline doesn't see that.

"Sair?" I say, starting to diddle me ooie and fondling me gairls. "Why are you punishing her?"

"Oh, I'm not punishing her." He gives a small laugh that has a malevolent edge. "I'm doing this simply because it pleases me."

He smacks her bum with his bare hand, and she lurches. She has obviously been holding her breath, waiting for the sharp bite of the crop. When she feels his hand instead, she lets it go, exhaling with a grateful, "Ohh, yes. Thank you, my love."

"I don't understand, sair."

"I'll explain simply, Penny. Out there in the world"--he waves his hand--"you can be whoever and whatever you want to be. In this house, you and my wife exist for one purpose--to please me. Nothing else matters. You are my playthings, my toys. My little fucktoys. Isn't that right, Caroline?"

"Yes, my love. Oh!" She yelps when he slaps a pink hand print onto her other cheek.

The stupefied expression on my face must betray my shock and dismay at such boorish misogyny.

"You've stopped fucking yourself, Penny," he says. He's smirking, as if he can read my mind. "Please continue, unless you want to be punished for that as well. And it's alright if you want to be punished. Sometimes Caroline insists on it, like she did last night."

"Y-you wanted him to whip you like that, mum?"

She looks over her shoulder. "You want it, too. Don't you?"

Ben slaps her bum. She gasps, then smiles happily.

She's right. I'm practically salivating to feel the force of his hand on me backside. After only a small taste of that nasty black whip, I fear it, but I can't wait to know what he will do with it.

He says, "You said you trusted me, Penny. I ask that you hold onto that faith for one day. I expect that you'll discover a certain joy in living by my unorthodox rules. If I'm wrong, and you can't abide remaining here as my personal fucktoy, then I will tear up our contract, and we'll give you enough to live on through the rest of the school year. Is that fair enough?"

He wallops Caroline's backside again. Her bum is a pretty shade of pastel pink with colorful stripes zig-zagging across it. I can't fathom what part of my twisted psyche wants me bum to look just like that. I hate that I want it. But I still want it. I rub me clitty faster, pinching me nipples.

Ben smiles. "That's better. You're a quick study."

How the fock does he do that? Makes me feel so proud of doing what he wants?

Between quickening breaths, I say, "You--you have Caroline. Why do you--need me?"

"Excellent question, my dear." Ben explains, "Our problem is that my lovely wife and I want another child. That means my favorite fucktoy is going to be out of commission for a while."

Of course! Everything is becoming clear.

He pops her backside twice in quick succession. "We need someone who will be available to satisfy my peculiar appetite, as well as tend to some of my wife's special needs. We've been auditioning fucktoys for some time. Watching you over the last few weeks, we decided we had the prime candidate sitting right here under our roof."

The gairls coming and going. They were being "auditioned." Now I get it.

Ben slaps his wife's bum again. This time she moans. Her hips are swaying side to side, seductively. Her ooie is pink and glistening.

"For the next month or so," he says, "you will be in training, Penny. Eventually, you will be my surrogate submissive plaything for the duration of her pregnancy. What happens after that, well, that's completely up to you."

Me breaths are quicker, and it's getting hard to talk. I can practically feel the smack of his hand on me bum instead of hers, and the heat is spreading throughout me ooie

"Are you getting ready to come?" he asks softly.

"Aye, sair," I manage to whimper.

"Stop it!" he commands. "Now!"

Me hands jerk away. What have I done?

"You are never allowed to come without my permission." He seems angry. I can't keep up with his abrupt mood changes. "I told you to masturbate, not to waste your pathetic orgasms on your own fingers. When you come, it will be on my cock or my tongue, and only when I give you permission. Is that understood?"

His cock or his tongue... Breathless and on the edge, I nod. "Aye... aye, sair." He's an evil bastard. But he said he's going to fock me! Yes, I think I can agree to that.

"Caroline, lift your dress and take a seat." His tone is nicer now, like the Ben I've known and admired.

She sighs as she settles onto the smooth leather of the sofa. I'm sure it feels cool on her tortured bum.

"Penny, my wife has been taking your punishment. Don't you think it's time she got a little appreciation from you?"

The message is clear. I start across the room.

"On your knees, cunt. Crawl." Ben's voice is harsh, another sudden shift. "You couldn't hold a candle to this incredible woman. Don't presume yourself her equal."

"Yes, my laird."

That makes him smile.

Obediently, I drop onto all fours and crawl to Caroline. She slinks down on the sofa, her bum hanging off the edge, and spreads her legs. I plant a single, soft kiss on her clitty. She moans sweetly. With light pressure under her thighs, I signal for her to raise them. Twisting my head, I kiss and lick the wounds on her tortured bum, circling my way inward to the tiny, pink pucker between her cheeks. When I flutter me tongue across it, she inhales sharply.

"Oh, Ben. She's perfect."

Smiling with pride, I stiffen my tongue and poke at her arse while stroking the outer flesh of her labia with me thumbs, gradually building her arousal. Moving upward, I lick her perineum, then around the entrance of her ooie.

I hear it before I feel it. The swish, a snap and the narrow line of pressure across me bum, followed by a sizzling burn that feels like someone sliced me buttocks open with a butcher knife.

I scream into her ooie. "Oh, me focking Gad!"

"Don't stop," Ben warns me. "But don't let her come. If she comes before I give permission, you will pay dearly for it."

Bastard.

Taking her labia between me lips, I suck and nip at them. Another swish, and a new line rips across me arse. Ouch, that focking hurts! That's only two. How much can I take? I tongue-fock Caroline, then rim her a little more while me fingers stroke her G-spot.

Me bum lights up with agony again. This time, I scream.

"Fock! Sair, please!"

"You're doing fine, Penny. Keep going." There's the smooth, considerate side of him again, the voice that makes everything alright.

Fock, I hate him for making me like him.

Caroline is close. I'm almost tempted to make her come, just to see what he would do. Yet another searing stripe lands alongside the others, as if he's reminding me of exactly how bad it could get if I were so daft. I back me fingers out, bringing a frustrated groan from her.

I tease and poke at her arse with me finger while I lick and suckle everywhere but her clitty. She keeps trying to swing it toward me, but each time she does, I move further away, enjoying her exasperated groan.

I've lost count of the whippings. Six? Eight? Twelve? It doesn't matter. Me arse is stinging like I sat on a beehive. Tears have dried on me cheeks, and still more are pouring from me eyes. I'm sobbing as I try to keep me mind on Caroline's pleasure, but I can't think of anything but the pain

Then, something pushes at me ooie. It's the head of his cock, prying me open! I arch me back like an alley cat in heat

"Gad..." I'm panting. "Aye, Ben. Fock me!" I can't recall when I've felt such need, and I whimper into his wife's labia as he drills deeper.

"Now, Penny." he says. "Make her come, fast as you can."

Clamping me lips around her clitty, I suck and flick me tongue at the tight hood. Caroline jerks her hips upward off the sofa with a shriek. She's been aching for this, so I curl two fingers into her ooie to stroke the soft pad, and twist another finger into her arse.

Ben slams his cock into me hard and fast, holding my hips to pull me onto him. His pubes tickle me bum and his belly rubs the burning skin, irritating it and kindling a different sort of fire. The first tingles light up in me clitty and zing out in all directions. I can't hold back.

"Ben...?" I'm begging.

"Do it, Penny. Come for me."

Caroline gets there moments before me, jerking into stasis and flooding me mouth with her essence. I'm drinking it down and laving at her wee button when everything lights up.

"Oh! Ohh, Gad!" I moan, my nails digging into Caroline's thighs. I'm frozen in ecstasy. Ben keeps focking me. His cock is beautiful. I want to suck it. I want to worship it. I want it to...

"Fuck!" Ben roars in his deep baritone that shakes me to my bones.

He lunges his cock home twice more, and the warmth blooms inside me, the sweet surrender of his essence. He's coming, and I focking love it.

I've hardly recovered when Ben lifts me around my belly and practically tosses me on the sofa. The leather does, indeed, feel wonderful on me bum. Caroline leans over me and takes command of my mouth. She is strong, her lovely mouth as demanding as Ben. I melt underneath her assault, yielding to her.

Meanwhile, Ben's face wedges between me legs. I spread them, and he licks eagerly at our combined essence. I've never known a man so brave as to go down there after filling me with his seed. What a wonderful, wonderful man, that he is.

Caroline's mouth moves down to conquer me tatties. She sucks and tongues them then takes the left nipple carefully between her incisors, pulls it away from my body and shakes her head, threatening to rip it off. I scream through clenched teeth.

With Ben's lips wrapped around me clitty and Caroline's special attentions to me gairls, a second climax threatens. I stammer out a plea, and Ben gives a nod, and the intense thrills surge through me. I'm a sweaty, sodden, satisfied mess. I can barely lift a finger. Ben and Caroline collapse on either side of me. I assume we're done, but Ben's finger weaves into me thick hair to haul my face into his lap. I clean the sticky mess from his shriveled cock. His grip eases, but I remain, closing my eyes and sucking at his soft flesh like a babe with a pacifier.

"You like sucking cock, don't you?" he says.

I nod, contented. "Mm-hmm." My favorite thing about pleasuring a boy with me mouth is the sense of power over him. With Ben, 'tis nae the same. I have nae question about who is in control here, and I like it thataway.

"Ever had a man fuck your face? Drive his cock down your throat and hold it there until you choke on it?"

My eyes angle up at him. My hesitation tells him all he needs to know. The wicked smile on his lips tightens my belly.

He pats my head like he would with a dog. "That's okay. Caroline will teach you. Won't you, dear?"

I hadn't noticed Caroline's absence. I hear the whispery rustling of her clothes coming off. "Of course I will, darling. First, we have another lesson."

A low-frequency buzzing noise from behind catches my attention. When I lift my head, Ben pushes it back down. A squirrelly feeling in me tummy tells me I'm not going to like this.

I'm wrong. God, I'm so wrong. A soft, fat round thing is pressed to me clitty. I squeal with pleasure. It's like the best focking vibrator in the world! She rubs it all over me ooie, then back to the little nerve center. The sensation is overwhelming, like a thousand butterflies poking me with tiny butterfly pins. Me ooie tightens--I need to come. But I can't, he hasn't given permission. But I can't stop it! Fock, fock, fock!

Just in time, she pulls it away and turns it off. I'm gasping for breath. I'd love to let that thing finish me off, whatever it is. It wouldn't take long. Not long at all.

"Keep sucking," Ben says in that soft voice as if he's encouraging me. It would feel more charitable if he dinna have such a commanding grip on me hair.

I twitch, surprised, then moan when Caroline's finger strokes me arse. It's wet, and she pushes it into me dairty hole, and it feels more slippery. A cold, wet dribble seeps slowly down my crack, and I shiver. She spreads the slick lube with her finger and digs deeper. Ohh, yesss...

The buzz starts up again. Me clitty is dancing at the end of that amazing vibrator. With me focus centered between my legs, I hardly notice that I'm sucking on Ben's cock more diligently, bobbing my head on his soft, but reviving erection.

The buzzing thing is working its magic when a second slippery finger moves into me arse alongside the first, thrusting in and out of me rectum. It's so focking good. But I know I can't take all of this for long before something happens--something that must not happen. I moan loud and frantically on Ben's cock. Caroline keeps moving that infernal vibrator around. Here it comes. I'm gonna'...

Fock. She turns it off again. Shite! Thank focking Gad! I can't make up me mind, and I'm guessing that's part of their fiendish plan.

She's still twisting her fingers into me bum, but then she pulls them out, replacing them a second later with something that feels suspiciously like a cock. A really big cock. Thick, too. It stretches me arse and fills me to the brim. She squirts more lube around it and pushes it further into me. Gad, how big is that focker?

She bottoms out, then the thrum starts. A deep, heavy thrum, emanating from that big plastic dick in me bottom. It resonates through me bones and makes me tatties feel like they're doing the shimmy shake.

Oh, no. The buzz is back. She lays it right on me clitty, and I'm already at the edge.

"Don't you fucking come, Penny," Ben warns. His cock is fully recharged. He pushes my head down on it until I gag. He eases off, then shoves me back down onto his meat like he's trying to force it down me wee throat.

Caroline is focking me with the fat dick and the diabolical vibrator keeps humming, touching the flesh surrounding me clitty for only a few seconds at a time. She seems to know when I'm on the brink, and she pulls it away only a fraction of a second before I lose it.

I'm whining, whimpering, moaning, wishing I could beg them to stop, or keep going, or do anything but this. I'm in focking sexual frustration overload. Ben's cock insists on a trip to my tonsils, but the gates will nae open. Maybe if I could make him come...

I reach for his cock, but he grabs my wrist and pushes it away. "No hands, Penny. I want your mouth. I want to hear you choking on my cock. It's one of my favorite sounds. Just relax and take it."

Easy for him to say. He dinna have a cock jabbing at his glottis, a monster tool up his arse, and a demoness with an industrial-strength vibrator tormenting him.

The pattern repeats a couple of times, then Caroline snatches away all contact, and Ben draws me head up by my hair until his cock pops out of my sucking lips. My mouth is empty, the buzz is gone, and me arse wants the big cock back. Suddenly, I feel lonely.

"Kneel right here," he says, patting the sofa next to him.

I do as he says, and Caroline straddles his thighs. This isn't fair. I did all the work, and now she's going to fock him?

My lip turns pouty, and I beg him. "Ben? Please?" My fingers are clawing at my thighs next to me ooie. I've earned it, haven't I?

"Don't be petulant, my sweet."

"But Ben--"

He wags a finger, and his warning voice returns. "Selfish girls get tied to the cross and left by themselves for a few hours to think about how they can please me."

He obviously knows what will hurt a gairl.

I acquiesce, my face still sad. "Aye, sair."

"Now be a dear and push my cock into my lovely wife's pussy."

Rubbing a bit o'salt into the wound, I guess. Then I remind myself of why I'm here. I'm a focktoy. I'm being paid--and paid quite well--to keep Ben happy. I have to admit that so far I've enjoyed meself beyond my wildest expectations, and it's nae been an hour. I'm sure to experience even greater adventures with the two of them. I place his cockhead at the mouth of Caroline's ooie. Yearning, I lick my lips as I watch the broad rim disappear inside her. She sits back and sighs.

Ben tells me, "Why don't you sit behind her and play with her lovely tits?"

I straddle his knees, pressing me tatties against her back. Reaching around her, I circle her nipples while she rocks to and fro. She does have gorgeous tatties. Heavy teardrops with charmingly pink upturned nipples, thick and erect, begging to be suckled.

"Don't be so gentle," Ben tells me. "My wife is a pain slut. She loves it best when someone tortures her tits"

I grab the full mounds in my hand and squeeze with all my might. Thrusting back and forth on her husband's cock, she rolls her head back with an earnest, "Mmm, yes..."

My nails scrape the tender flesh, and she mutters, "Oh, God." How far can I take this? On a whim, I flick my second finger off my thumb, snapping it against a nipple. Caroline inhales sharply.

Ben says, "I think she's in love with you, Penny."

"Yes..." Caroline sighs. She reaches behind to play with me clitty. "Can she come for you, Ben?"

"No. Penny will need all of her energy for tonight."

I pinch Caroline's teat as hard as I can, then twist it. Her breaths shudder and she stiffens in rapturous delight again.

"What ere we doing tonight?" I'm slowly thrusting me ooie against Caroline's hand and anticipating more fun times.

Ben says, "We're having a couple of old friends for dinner after Danny goes to bed. I think you'll like them. They share our interest in bedtime activities."

Caroline says, "Stan's got a long, beautiful cock, and he knows what to do with it. He touch places inside me I didn't know I had. Akiko is a stunning Japanese pain slut. She's also a master of shibari, the Japanese art of bondage."

I am already looking forward to it. I give her other tattie a squeeze and snap her nipple, and she squeals, focking Ben faster as she gets closer to another climax.

She gasps, nearly there. "They're bringing their cute little girl, too."

Oh, great... I can only assume Penny gets babysitting duty while everyone else gets naked.

Ben says. "She'd be a helluva lot cuter if she didn't have that damned blue spiked hair."