you over my knee, raise that dress and slip and give you the spanking of your life on these cute panties-- of mine!"

And yet

It was terrible. I could not cry. I could not smile or she would know of my real feelings. there was no doubt I was in heaven.

She started the engine. "You know, Marilyn, I used to resent having to drive you about in my car. It used to seem so unnatural for a girl to be chauffeuring a boy. But now all that has changed. I really don't mind at all driving a girl friend!" She meant it, too!

Finally Debbie "Marilyn, if you

As we neared Fairsdale, I slid lower and lower in my seat. My driver asked me to sit up, but after ris- ing slightly, I began to slide back. After all, I did- n't want anyone to recognize me. stopped the car and turned to me, don't sit up like a good girl, I'm going to make you get out and walk home from the center of town." did it, "Please Debbie," I cried, "don't do that. I'11 do anything you say, but don't do that!" I was pract- ically in tears again.

That

Debbie seemed satisfied when I sat up again. My next move was to slowly pull my head scarf up over my face. But Debbie saw me and with a flick of her fingers pulled it back even further than it was initially. She then gave me a pinch through my panties that made me shout with pain. watch yourself, sissy gal, treatment on main street!"

She said, "If you don't you'll be given the full She meant it too.

As we came near the center of town, Debbie seem- ed to slow down purposely. She made a point too of calling to two of her cute sorority sisters, Carolyn and Joanne. They waved back and strained to see who was with her in the car. I stayed in my upright position but I was mentally under the floor mat!

I

"Please Debbie, can't we speed up a little? asked her. But Debbie was in no hurry. "Marilyn, if you think you can make it any faster, you can get out and walk." With that she stopped the car.

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