How to be a Graphic Designer, without Losing Your Soul

The decision had been made, now she must pay for it. Yet, as she looked at the girls, she saw that they had all turned their faces towards her, and there were looks of love and admiration upon them. Two or three blew little kisses to Pamela, including Donna. Pamela swelled with pride. The decision had been right! The first searing lash made Pamela snap her head back, and the second made her yelp like an animal. Jan was whipping her much harder than before. Despite the agony of the whip, Pamela nearly smiled in a remembrance that she had near- ly decided that morning to wear her tiniest bikini panties, but instead had put on a normal pair. How much quicker the job could have been done if she had worn the little pants! It was then that Pamela began to learn about girls, and the unique creatures that they are. For as Jan's cat stripped the nylon shreds from her tor- tured bottom, the other girls began to vocally en- courage Jan, and cheer as each piece of panty flew into the air, "Whip her harder, mistress Jan!" "Righto, make her scream!" "Let's see her bawl like a baby!" "How's it feel to lose your pants, baby?" Pamela nearly wept ...»