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Chapter 1 - An Arizona Night
Gerhard knew when a woman was playing with him and he suspected Leticia was now using her charms to get her way ... but he wondered what it truly was that she wanted. Later he would wonder what had come over him, but he took Leticia in his arms and said, "If we are to travel together, you need to know what a proper kiss is." His strong arms enveloping the young woman, he pulled her tight and placed his lips on hers. He kissed her passionately and was pleased, though somewhat surprised, at the passion she returned in her kiss. They embraced like that for a long moment, before awkwardly breaking hold. Each suddenly felt like a shy teenager.

But in the late 19th Century, even in the Wild West of Territorial Arizona, a woman simply did not let a man, no matter how attractive he was, kiss her. And when that young woman has been raised with a belief that she is of a social status much higher than others, this was particularly true. Still a bit stunned by the kiss and her embarrassingly passionate response, the young Mexican woman reached up and slapped the big blonde German across the face with a force that stunned him.

"Oh? You tease me and lead me on and I get slapped for a little kiss?" Gerhard was partly intrigued by the fire Leticia showed and partly angry at her physically confusing reactions. She had kissed him back and then slapped him for it. They were alone in the night having taken a short walk on the dusty road leading out of Tortilla Flats. The air was warm and there was an inviting breeze that was welcome after a full day of blazing sun and heat.

Heat? That's just what this teasing wench deserves, he thought. The big man picked up the woman and, despite her punching and kicking, carried her to a stump by the side of the road. There he put his left foot on the stump creating a nicely even surface with his left thigh over which he placed Leticia. Pinning her to his thigh she could not escape though she tried to, and all of her kicking and squirming only caused her pants to pull taut across her bottom. She was completely at his mercy as her entire body was suspended across his thigh.

"You wouldn't dare!" seethed the Mexican woman as she recognized the position she was in. Her bottom was well up and vulnerable. She was pinned in place; her only recourse was to talk her way out of what she was worried would be coming.

The reply she got was a pair of hard swats to her backside: one to each of her bottom cheeks. This made her struggle harder, but her struggling only earned her a half dozen more spanks. The swats made loud slapping noises that were crisp and obvious in the dark night air.

Chapter One - The Sunday Evening Meeting
"Alright you nasty little pledge bitches, get your asses lined up now!" That was the order given by Megan, the Zeta house president. She continued to speak as the newest pledge class of Zeta Omicron Pi quickly got in line. "So far you've had it pretty easy girls, but that shit's all about to change. Did you think you were going to just waltz in here and join the hottest fucking sorority on campus without breaking a fucking sweat? Well that's not gonna happen. No more pampering for you little babies. If you want to be in this house, you're going to have to prove it to us!"

The tall, strikingly beautiful redhead continued berating the young pledges as the other sisters stood by, watching in amusement at the nervous and scared looks on the faces of the uninitiated. There were four pledges altogether; that's all Zeta ever accepted. This was the elite house on campus, and only the best of the best were given a bid to pledge.

The pledges aligned in alphabetical order just as they had done for the past several weeks. There was Jenny, the petite, small-breasted Asian girl who barely stood five feet tall. Next to her was Samantha, the typical blonde-haired girl-next-door from any town, U.S.A. After Samantha was Jade, a pale-skinned redhead with full red lips and one of the tightest, shapeliest asses ever to walk through the doors of the Zeta house. And finally there was Brianna. With her long, brown hair and Victoria's Secret model body, she was definitely the most attractive of the four pledges, which was saying a lot.

"This is hell week, pledges, and this is where we find out how bad you really want to be a Zeta," the sorority president continued on in her pleasurably sadistic manner. "You think you've had it tough so far, well let me tell you little bitches something; you haven't seen shit yet!"

And she was right. Although the pledges had been put through some challenges so far, like cleaning the house, learning the history of the sorority as well as committing to memory the names, majors and hometowns of every current member, it was nothing compared to what lay ahead for them. These four young ladies were about to face a week filled with pain, humiliation and degradation. But to them it would all be worth it.

It would be worth it because of the prestige being a Zeta girl carried with it. Being a Zeta meant opening doors that would remain closed to others. If a young lady's ambition was to strive for greatness in business or politics, or to simply marry a man of the highest social standing, then Zeta was the house to join. Every year hundreds of would be hopefuls vied for a chance to pledge, but only four were ever asked to.

Matthew clapped Tyler Fox on the back then shook hands with his new foreman to seal the deal. "It's great to have you on board, son. You've proved your worth here at Whispering Winds, and you're the best man for the job."

"Thanks, Mr Bellamy-"

"No need to stand on ceremony. You can call me Matthew, and my good wife's name is Brenda."

"Sure." Tyler smiled at the older man. "Thanks for the promotion, Matthew. I'm real glad I can be of help to you."

"How about a shot of bourbon to celebrate?" Matthew strode over to the decanter on the desk in his study. "Strictly speaking, it's a little early in the day and my lady wife wouldn't approve - but as she ain't here..." He grinned and poured two generous measures of the dark amber liquid into two glasses. "Gone into Dubois to buy more clothes for our trip." He rolled his eyes. "That woman has two closets crammed full of clothes and still she wants more."

"That's women for ya I guess," said Tyler wryly. He accepted the proffered glass and raised it.

"To your new job, son." Matthew clinked his glass against Tyler's.

"Yeah. My new job." Tyler took a sip and smiled appreciatively. "This is good stuff."

"Sure is. Jefferson's Presidential elect 30 year-old bourbon. It comes out on special occasions." Matthew took another sip, savouring the taste.

"You mentioned a trip - you folks goin' on vacation?"

"We are, and that's what I want to talk to you about, Tyler ... take a seat. You already know what's expected of you in regards to running the ranch. Hell - you've been doin' most of the day-to-day stuff during the past six months, and I've complete confidence in leaving the place in your capable hands while Brenda and I take our first vacation in thirty years."

"Thirty years? You're way overdue."

"Yup. We're off to Kenya, Botswana and Namibia on a photographic safari, and we'll be gone for eight weeks. It'll be the trip of a lifetime. Think you can cope in our absence?" He grinned widely. "I'm darned sure you can or I wouldn't have handed over a small fortune to the travel company."

Tyler put down his drink. It was well known that both Matthew and Brenda Bellamy were mad keen on photography, and over the past few years had organised a series of workshops at the ranch - workshops which proved very popular given the scenic Fremont County, Wyoming location of Whispering Winds with its abundance of wildlife. "I'm honoured you have such confidence in me. And yeah, I'm equally confident that myself and the boys can keep the place running smoothly while you're away. Your trip sounds fantastic."

"It'll be amazing. Can't think why we didn't do it sooner ... well, I guess I can ... my daughter. Annie."

Caroline's Birthday
by Mike London
Caroline, Jill and Vanessa picked unhappily at their food. None of the three sixth form girls was looking forward to the rest of the evening. They had been told to report to Mrs Buckeridge's study at 8.00pm and they all knew, only too well, what was going to happen in the headmistress's study.

It had all started when Caroline had had the bright idea of smuggling their three boyfriends into the school for a celebration of her birthday. The other two girls had agreed, although Vanessa had been rather hesitant. King George's School was a co-educational public school but there were strict rules against girls in the boys' dormitories and vice versa. Only two weeks before, two boys had been caned by the deputy headmaster for visiting a girls' dormitory without permission. The girls concerned had been given lines and detentions. But Caroline and Jill had persuaded Vanessa to agree. They had assured her that there was practically no chance that they'd be caught, because their dormitory was in an isolated part of the school's grounds, and that even if they were, the fun they'd have would be worth a few lines. Caroline's only regret was that Sarah, the fourth girl who shared their dormitory, would not be able to be with them as she was still in the school's sanatorium, recovering from flu.

The boys had accordingly come, bringing generous supplies of alcohol with them. None of them were pupils at the school; they all lived in the small town nearby. They had come determined to have a good time and, although they did not want to get their girlfriends into trouble, they did not so clearly appreciate the need to be quiet. A passing teacher had heard the noise and entered the dormitory. He had made them pour away all the remaining lager and had then escorted all six of them to Mrs Buckeridge's study.

The headmistress had taken the names and addresses of the boys and had then sent them away, as she had no authority over them. With the girls, however, it was otherwise and she had lectured them severely. She had enumerated the number of their offences: breaching school security, eating after lights out, drinking alcohol, disrupting the school's peace at night time and entertaining boys in their dormitory without permission. Mrs Buckeridge had concluded by saying that she rarely used the cane, but that it was there to be used as a last resort and that she felt she had no alternative in the present circumstances. She told them to report to her study at eight the next evening.

All three girls were shocked at the prospect of being caned. They knew that, in theory, girls could be caned at King George's. In a way they were quite proud of it; it set their school apart from other schools.

Chapter One - New Beginnings and Meeting a Goddess
I met Marie in 1995.

Bill Clinton was in the White House and a computer animated film called Toy Story was ruling at the box office. That was the year that O.J. got away with murder and a couple of assholes blew up a federal building in Oklahoma City and bruised America's heart.

In May of that year I was a fresh college dropout, living in upstate Pennsylvania in a basement apartment that wasn't a whole lot more than a refrigerator, a single bed and a shower stall. Six months short of a degree in Architecture and having decided that higher education was not the right road for my life at the time, I had somehow managed to land a job that was at least somewhat related to my field of choice.

Five days a week, sometimes six if the job merited it, I worked as a grunt with a construction company installing drywall throughout the state. The work was hard enough, but the pay was also decent. Having landed a number of contracts with major real estate developers in the region, our crew was dedicated almost exclusively to projects that were new condo and apartment house constructions. Overtime was plentiful for the guys that wanted it, and for a kid with minimal expenses and not accustomed to having an abundance of spending money, life in the mid-nineties was a good deal.

Coming from a conservative rural Virginia upbringing where both my parents had married just after high school and raised seven kids on two minimum wage jobs, owning a partial college education and a job that allowed me to live the good life, was nearing a dream come true. Of course life is never perfect. There were student loans that needed to be paid. My apartment was part of an initiative designed to aid kids living away from home. I was OK for the time being, but once fall rolled around and they discovered my college career had come to an end, I would politely be asked to vacate the space. And then there was the fact that I had yet to inform my mom and dad that I had no intention of finishing my studies. That was the big one. That one was going to need to be addressed before September rolled around. But Labor Day was still three months away. For now, life was good.

We worked hard and we played just as hard. Construction workers, like a lot of guys in the trades industry, are no stranger to having a good time. A few beers or a pint of rye after work was an accepted part of the culture. As long as you punched in on time the next morning and carried your fair share of the workload, your fellow workers and your supervisors had no qualms with a man's drinking habits. In my case, my foreman was most often the guy buying the first round.