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going to blindfold him, too?” she asked.
    “Not yet. That comes later, when we pleasure him.  He needs a little thrashing first.”
    She sucked in her breath, unsure how far Angel prepared to take her on this initiation.
    He dug around in his night table again and produced a common schoolhouse ruler made from plain natural wood.  She stretched her neck to peek inside the drawer, wondering what other devices he had hidden only inches away from where they slept.
    She eyed the ruler with curiosity.  She expected something a little more hardcore, perhaps a paddle or the infamous cat o’ nine tails that caused the uproar back in L.A.
    Angel lay on top of Tommy, ruler in hand.  He twisted Tommy’s hair into a pony tail and yanked his head back.  With his other hand he traced the edge of the ruler down Tommy’s torso, leaving a bright pink line across Tommy’s fair skin.  Angel put his lips to Tommy’s ear and lowered his voice.  “You need to be taught a lesson and Jessi’s going to give it to you.  She’s going to redden your bottom and I’m going to watch.  I’m going to tell her how many times to hit you and how hard.  And, maybe, I’ll get a couple of licks in myself.  When we’re done with you, you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”  He bit down on Tommy’s neck and pulled at the flesh with his teeth.
    Tommy let out a deep sigh and his eyes rolled up into his head.
    Angel’s harsh bite turned into a succulent kiss and he licked his way down Tommy’s spine.  The combination of rough and tender left Jessi wet between her legs.  She hadn’t expected the erotic charge or the anticipation.  She no longer wanted to participate.  She’d much rather watch the show.
    Angel sat back on his knees and passed the ruler to Jessi.  She tapped it against the palm of her hand with a mischievous, yet slightly nervous smile.  Tommy was ready, with his butt perched up in the air, as he waited for the first strike of the wood against his flesh.  She depressed the pointed edge of the ruler into his skin, and he rose a little higher on his knees.  She leaned down and kissed the mark it left.  Her tongue took over and glided across his soft buttocks and found the warm crevice between his cheeks.  She flicked her tongue against his opening and it invited her inside.
    Just as Tommy started to moan, Angel gently pulled her off of him by the back of her hair.  “Not yet.  He needs to earn that.”  He held her hair in his hand and kissed her.  His tongue assaulted her mouth with a ravenous hunger.  It was the kiss he always bestowed upon her during one of their passionate encounters, and she knew that Angel was as aroused by this game as much as Tommy.  She had the feeling that before it was all over she would equally enjoy it.
    She teased Tommy with the ruler and gently bounced it off his buttocks.  She knew he wanted more by the way he grunted and postured himself in the air.  Angel watched and encouraged her with the nod of his head, while he held his erect cock in his hand.
    She smacked Tommy harder but still soft enough not to leave a mark, and she was surprised that she anxiously awaited the delivery of the next blow.  She struck him again, several times in succession, pausing for a brief second between each strike.  Every time she connected with Tommy’s flesh, he gasped and jolted off the bed.  He had several bright pink rectangular marks across his buttocks, but she wasn’t concerned.  She struck him again, and he moved to his knees, with the arms still held wide apart by the sashes that secured his hands to the bed post.
    He looked over his shoulder at her and then glanced at Angel.  “Take turns,” he said.  “I want one from you, then one from Angel.”
    Angel greedily took the ruler and delivered a blow that was much harder than the ones Jessi offered.  She flinched, but at the same time, wetness dripped onto her inner thighs.  “Do it again.”
    Angel obliged,