Chapter One

Reunion

They’d barely been back a week. And despite idyllic digs they were already growing bored. Sparkplug Tara was due in tonight – at last! But somehow the suspense just made things worse. Though the entire estate was theirs it was too hot to jet-ski, swim, lounge about the dock or pool or do much of anything outside – ninety and it wasn’t even officially summer yet!

They’d spent too long already working out; that just-refurbished gym totallyrocked. Still there were some kinds of exercise you simply couldn’t overdo.

Left with no more diverting way to kill off the day, the recently reunited classmates were playing ‘domme-on-top’ – this for the ten thousandth time. Coming up tails on the coin toss meant it was Julie’s turn to be the bitch. Lucky Carrie got the title character. An hour or more in and she was really strutting her stuff, an enthusiastic embodiment of their favorite game’s name.

“Come on girl! Stick that can in the air! You’ve got to wiggle it if you want it whipped!”

Cram climate change – millions in money meant they could gambol about bare-assed in air-conditioned comfort. They were staying in the master suite, the sybaritic wing that had always housed Carrie’s parents. Now Frank and Eva Mitchell were hundreds of miles distant, spending this season (and hopefully several hence) at a rented penthouse in Boston.

Surely they were hovering insufferably over their infant grand-twins, the dual boon of Carrie’s brother Trevor and his fecund Columbian wife.¡Muchas Gracias Jimena, and talk about an ideal setup! The twenty-two year-old lady of the manor had also dismissed the domestic help for the day so they didn’t even need to be discreet. Julie yelped out beautifully loud as Carrie zapped her plumped-up buttock.

Her thumb on the dial of the shock-wand, she eased the charge a notch higher. After flinching instinctively away Julie gigglingly obeyed, raising that wonderfully curvy bum.

It was agreed the big blonde made the best bitch of the bunch, though roles were randomly assigned by design. That had been their compact sinceFifty Shades of Grey mania enveloped their private high school. There they’d developed their shared delight in domination games.

Now with college behind them too and nothing but a lifetime of indolence beckoning the three pampered graduates remained best friends and casual lovers: intimate playmates from day care all the way through cheerleaders’ cl