Tower Rescues.. and Magic

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden Aramoire: Shaden appeared at the arched doorway leading into the
ballroom.. icy green satin vied for attention with her eyes.. and copper
curls that were hastily pinned up, and a bit tousled looking from who knew
what... she stood for a moment framed within the arch as her eyes cast about
looking for a familiar form one copper brow raise.. wondering if she was to be
disappointed ?

LadyStLaurence: The Countess never sought to disappoint, never sought to
arrive too late nor press herself in an unacceptable way. One couldn't go
about as an uncivilized heathen if they were aristocracy now could they?
Demeter's daughter Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. A fitting costume
arranged by a Grecian gown in the shade of pomegranate flesh's sanguine
fruit, silks flowing from beneath cinched breasts and golden shoulder clasps.
Her hair was left down to curl in the fashion of ancient's, her face concealed at
the eyes behind only a sheer strip of tulle.

Kendrew had not much to tell of himself nor of the clothes
he wore, in opinion, the truest bit of thing to view would be a woman on his
arm - the intended woman. The new Lord Campbell was given a cant of head or a
bow, to which he was by no means used to .He had danced his dances. He had jested his jests but
tonight he felt as though he slipped below the mantle of a warm, secret
mystery and was learning the mystery of what it was to see poetry move

Shaden Aramoire: A frown marred the features beneath the icy green silk
mask.. he was not there.. how... well.. rude.. sweet lips formed into a pout
as she moved on into the room.. finding an empty table and well.. plopping
down with the mantle of disappointment heavy upon her shoulders.



LadyStLaurence: Golden sandals had laces go up the lengths of her leg to tie
just below her thighs. Naked feet occasionally peeked from under the gown as
she made her way in, unescorted. Now was not the time to work, but to
socialize. Persephone would move near the woman of red fire for hair

Shaden Aramoire: A servant passed by with a platter of pastries and wine..
and served the courtesan from it.. noting the fire haired one was out of
sorts and quite sullen.. this eve as compared to the last few nights.. she
asked was there anything she could do.. and was kindly declined.. " There is nothing
wrong that you could right dear.. your service is impeccable " she smiled at
the young girl and offered her a coin from a velvet purse for her caring..
" Do see that my glass stays full.. though.. I feel I may need a bit of
liquid company this night "She looked up as the Greek Goddess made her appearance and
nodded softly Rising, and dipping a low Curtsey.. " Mi Lady " she spoke in respectful tones... as she straightened back up..


LadyStLaurence: "My Lady, I passed you yester eve but we did not share names.
I am the Countess St. Laurence, Lady Claramae. You, surely you must be an
enchantress with such a flame for hair."


Shaden Aramoire: Shaden Aramoire Newly Arrived to these lands " she
extended a delicate satin gloved hand about it's wrist a diamond bracelet
that flared to brilliance under the candlelight in the room " Currently
residing at the Briar Rose " she gave as little information as possible cause it was
often times those of Noble Lineage look down upon Courtesans, and she
presently was in no mood for a catfight screaming match on how courtesans
ruined the sanctity of marriage this night. " A pleasure to meet you Lady Claramae"


LadyStLaurence: "Lady Aramoire, equally a pleasure. I am residing 'pon the
High Streets-at-Chapel in a fine little place during my stay." Captured hand
was taken with the delicacy it was given. To some, they were two vipers
meeting around the same apple tree in Eden. No sanctity of marriage for no
such rings were on Claramae's hands, only bangles of hammered gold and tiny
garnet and ruby gemstones with encrusted diamonds, teardrop diamond earings
and the touches of a woman of her own independent means.

Shaden Aramoire: " Will you join me.. a servant has just laid the table
with a light repast.. " her hand withdrew indicating the platters of meats,
cheese, fruits and pastries, along with a bottle of wine and placesettings
for six about the table occupied by one.. " The company of such a fine Lady would
be a pleasure " she smiled warmly at her as she moved to retake her seat.

LadyStLaurence: "Thank you for such an invitation, I would be most
delighted." The food was sumptious, the table laden, and they would go to
sup together. "One Lady in company with another far more fine, assuredly.
Though it suprises me to see youalone this night. What sin is has been committed! Surely
whomever left you alone should be deprived of his head.

Shaden Aramoire: She chuckled as she sat, pouring Claramae a glass of wine,
and passing it toward her " As I said I am newly arrived and have not made
the aquantience of many.. " she declined to name the one who had indeed left
her to her own fancy.. but he would pay.. granted with the coldest of
shoulders next time they crossed paths.. perhaps their earlier talk had sunk
in thru his thick skull and he had come to his senses and ran off willy nilly
in fear of his heart? that was certainly one scenario.. that came to mind.. or
that he had simply had his bit of fun and that was that.. in which case.. he
should savor it for it would be the last.. these thoughts played in her mind
before she snapped back to entertaining her present table mate.. " So.. tell
me about yourself Countess " there was one thing you could always count on..
the fact that Nobility loved to talk about themselves...

LadyStLaurence: "Oh, there is not much to tell that would be of fascination.
A moment of fun in a sea of work, my lady." Her mouth pulled into prim, soft
smile. From inside of her sash a fan of feathers was unfurled to fan away the
bit of heat swept through in the press of bodies. "Thank you." She took
the wine and enjoyed again the wonderful vintage. "I wanted to see to the
land of our allies, those of Avaria, this is certainly a pleasant stop in the
tour."

Shaden Aramoire: "work?" the ascension of the note it ended on signifying
the query as she begin to serve herself a few pieces of Fruit and pastries..
indicating with her other hand that her Table Mate should do the same " What
is it that you do?” curious and information was always a good thing to be in
possession of she listed to the Woman with great interest as she begin to eat
some of the delicacies on her plate..

LadyStLaurence: "Ambassador on behalf of Avaria." There seemed to be more
to be said but one never gave too much. Certainly, if too much was given why
would more be sought for. " Whatever his Majesty seeks of importance."

Shaden Aramoire: "His Majesty.. that would be.. Apollo" she was only
beginning to remember names and such of important folks, not really .. but it
was a ruse to look simple and innocuous when gathering information. " Sound
like a very important position.." she wondered if Claramae was a courtesan
because in Venice well she had had the same Job.. what ever the Prince
wanted.. of her.. he got (d)


LadyStLaurence: Oh no. The only rumpled bed sheets and man moaning her name
was a very lucky, lucky, living one indeed. "Aye, tis close enough." For
seeking information from the wall was akin to scaling that mythical monster
of Chinese proportions. Each was a top of her trade - of which all that was
insidious, unscrupulous, on the marble floors of Europe she was a
thoroughbred master.

Nobility Divine: ~ Meanwhile, Masque Heralds travel to every Chamber in use
for the Masque to announce the start of the Tower Rescue in the Banquet Hall
... ~


Shaden Aramoire: A look of utter dismay crossed her masked features as her
gaze lifted to Claramae once the Tower game was announced " I signed up for
that game when I thought I had a rescuer.. " she sighed softly and downed her
wine.. "Come on might as well.. be sociable Lady Claramae" she stood and
awaited the other Lady to join in the tower fun.. climbing to her proper
position high above the dance floor.. infectious fun it was.. and she could not help but
quip.. " repunzel repunzle let down thy hair " as she looked out the mock
window of the towers.

LadyStLaurence: "Ah. Well. What can it hurt, after all. When in Rome." She
followed her companion so that Persephone could join another bevy of
giggling ladies in climbing up a tower to be rescued. Lifting her skirts, a
peek of leg was visible as people clamored for a place!

Aegraine: The height of the tower did not phase her, and she peered out into
the room, curious to see what was going to happen next.

Morgan Grey: Morgen had arrived...about fifteen minutes ago. Dressed in his
freshly new tailored black blouse with frills on the collar that spilled onto
his chest and silver embroidery on the cuffs; the very fine and elegant work
of the Manx Shepardess. Whom he was now looking for. As the Tower game was
called he did spot her, at least who he thought was her, and lined up.


VeiledProphecy: Announcement of the game had a smile flashing and Liliana
loosed herself from Kendrew's arm. A delicate touch of gloved hand to his
arm, a sparkle in chocolate eyes, as she then turned on slipperier heel to
await at the top.of the tower.




Glorious Myths: Blinking wide blues eyes as her friend, the kitchen maid she
met on her first day there in this new land for her, was dragging her by the
hand, laughing as deep blue lace surrounded her eyes in a lovely simple mask.
Laughing a as she was tugged, she'd shake that blonde head of hers. "I
'ave no one to rescue me! Oo! Ye devil girl.." More laughter was she was
tugged along, slim figure wrapped in a matching blue that was near black,
silver fluers on her cuffs.

Kendrew : "Och I see how it be. Now you're goin' to make me run for
you." Not that he minded the view of that dress lifting up as far as reason
would allow for the exercise He was but one of a good few stout hearted lads. A few had
eyes on the woman that was his, and that would simply not do!



JackoftheFaerie: It seemed fitting, somehow, that the Irish pirate captain
had affected the persona of Mannan Mac Luir, Irish God of the Sea, for the
evenings entertainment. Although the Irishman wore simple clothing, there
was little doubt of who or what he played as. The clothing he were was of a green,
somewhere between the warm green of the Caribbean and the green of the sea,
with a spilling and spraying of lace at his throat and at his wrist. The
Irishman had kept to himself, at least somewhat, during the night's
entertainment. But when he had jested with his fellows, it had been done
with a mischievousness and rakish charm that seemed to capture perfectly the
essence of the Irish sea god.


LadyStLaurence: How the hells did they coax Beathag up onto that that
contraption? Now who would want to pull her down amidst a bevy of fair, more
scantly clad maids? But as it were she was a prized heifer among spring
chickens so if it was for the good of the nation, why not?

Shaden Aramoire: She watched from her tower window.. at the eager young men
who lined up to the giggling ladies.. and smiled lightly as Beathag was
even amongst the Prizes.. there were a quite a few faces she did not know..
amongst the Ladies and of the men the only one she could put name to was the
moonstruck calf Kendrew who even now was so absorbed in the sight of his
beloved.. he was blind to the rest of the room.. So she did what she did
best.. pasted on a smile.. And pulled out a lace embroidered handkerchief and waved it..
toward the assembled men.. but would refuse to cry out " save me save me "
that was just asking too much.

Glorious Myths: "This is so odd.." Her slim fingers gripped Sal's arm as she
moved to peek out at the other girls, her head tilting again, then turning
towards Sal's whispering.

Aegraine: She shook the edge of the constructed tower, instinct telling
her this was a safe enough tower.” I can see over the entire hall." This part of it was fun.

Morgen Grey: He hadn't planned on doing this. But, he had one target now.
And if anyone got her before him, the Ambassador may result in...less cordial
procedure of obtaining her. He crossed his arms, all determination now.

Kendrew: " I see you m'love, and I will be gettin' ye!" Kendrew
called out as he made ready on the starting line.

LadyStLaurence: "This is too hilarious." Vincere would simply fall over
laughing at this story when she came home. She even waved a hanky as a favor
for some prince charming, she supposed? She giggled behind her hand .


AIendral: Alendral slapped his hands together and grinned viciously, having
traded his costume for the showman's suit, black and red, though he had his
eyes on more then a simple dance, per say. He passed a look to his
'competition' and then to the various prizes up on the tower, almost mirthful as he
considered which one he literally felt like rescuing--or mucking things up,
as it were. Had to get his kicks somehow, after all.


VeiledProphecy: Lift of brow could not be seen behind the silver mask that
hid her face, but chocolate eyes sparkled and lips parted at the shout from
Kendrew. Giggling softly, she'd look around her at the others and then back
toward the man she hoped would rescue her

Nobility Divine: ~ Once all the men were lined up at the far end of the
cleared floor serving as the courtyard of the makeshift Tower, with all
hopeful ladies sprinkled about it's lower two levels...the Baroness would
step forth at the very top and call unto all present with a graceful air an
poise. "Honored guests and friends, let us now commence the Tower Rescue.
Where our Lords may attempt to infiltrate the tower to claim our most prized
treasures. Or fall victim to the Sirens that guard it. Only once all
couples are claimed by the hand, may their prizes be revealed. And to follow,
we shall end our dances with a traditional Waltz. And now, Sirens...if you'll
take your places. And my Lords, at the sound of the harps ...
Happy hunting!" And with that, The Baroness' 10 Ladies in waiting would
assume their positions, sprinkled amidst the paid acrobats who bent and
curled as live statues to further hinder the brave Knights as obstacles to
clear before easily scaling the sturdy Tower.

Kendrew: Kendrew was ready. Ready! No acrobat, nymph, or combination
would keep him from his prize whom he planned to enjoy most thoroughly.

DestinyOfValor: Danae had entered in her usual fashion of quietly and
cautiously, keeping to the edges of the crowd. Dancing along the shadows and
keeping to herself until a call was made for participants of the illusionists
little show. Danae would volunteer and take her place as instructed. Mask and
dress much the same as they had been for the two nights she had already been
here.

Morgen Grey: As he waited his hands lifted to clasp his cloak at his throat,
hiding his black blouse so she would not recognize it instantly when he found
her. He looked up to Ari and the corner of his mouth pinched into a small
smirk(d)

Glorious Myths: She was excited, though no one would claim her, she would
tease Sal relentlessly for the game. Smiling wide as she scooted behind her,
moving back so she would not be in the way, she didn't want anyone to
mistakenly claim her. [d]

AIendral: Asking the Illusionist to scale a castle was rather like asking a
farmer to till the field, and he grinned relentlessly, blowing elaborate
kisses to any poor girl that actually looked his way and passing a
mischievous look at the poor man who was so love-struck that he didn't even notice the
other prizes, silently deciding that, for no other reason then he could (and
perhaps that he didn't see Caden among them) he was going to make his life as
difficult as possible for no other reason then to add a little thrill into
the poor man's pursuit.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden Aramoire: The glacial green hues of the Courtesan would turn to
Claramae and Liliana laughing slightly at their Ardor to be rescued.. as she
looked over the faces below as the game started she waved her handkerchief
half heartedly.. wishing she hadn’t signed up for this silly game.. now.. when she
had.. she thought.. she had her knight in shining armor in hand. perhaps that
talk this morning had put him off.. dam her honesty.. she should learn to at
least fib well.

Aegraine: Hands on the edge, Diana costumed, she looked over at the sea of
activity at the tower base and blinked, realizing, in thought, "What if I get
left up here?"

LadyStLaurence: "However are those men going to get through the sea of all
that, oh this should be delicious." She spoke to the women as she looked at
who was ready go to at the glisten of the harp One of the contortionists made such an interesting sculpture
it seemed a human wall!

VeiledProphecy: It was as though excitement ran through every woman standing
atop the tower. To contain it she clasped white gloved hands at the waist of
the white gown encasing her body. Tilting her head, curls flowing about her
shoulders, she stared closely at Kendrew in the crowd.

Flanman69: It was then that a hearty voice would rumble up to the
lackluster waiving.=- What sort of damsel in distress are ye, eh? Do ye
even want tae be rescued?

Knights of Skye: Alen would have to be faster then that Caden was already at
the top Rescuing his Lady love and helping her down from the tower. (d)

JackoftheFaerie: There was, of course, an obvious question: how to avoid the
'obstacles,' and how were they to claim their lady for the evening? As an
amused smile played over his features, the Irishman let his gaze follow along
the parapets and windows of the tower, before he saw his query. There was a
smile.

Shaden Aramoire:" I don't know.. but feats of valor win hearts Lady
Claramae " she pulled the Lady Clara more into the window and retreated then
stuck her head back out the window at his baritone rumble.. her gaze
narrowing " One who was left to her own devices and needs no man to rescue her " she
quipped in challenge down at him as she moved to the window to her left..
and then climbed ever upward to the top level gazing down at him.

AIendral: Alendral was the first out of the gate, perhaps even so close as
to be possibly breaking the rules a bit, and tore off across to the castle
walls, ever alert for the so called Sirens, dexterous and swift as he vaulted
over surprising dexterity for someone who spent a life dealing parlor
tricks. And being the kind of vicious bastard he was, he couldn't help but
stir the pot a little, risking the quickest glance over his shoulder to boast
at the love-struck competitor that he admittedly have never met. "Best
be quick about it, sir, or I might see what all the fuss is about myself!"
Though it was a risk, he was more then capable of staying alert despite
himself, and such feats of dexterity were not tricky for him--one of the various
advantages his old trade provided him, he always was a bit more of the
physical sort in that.


Flanman69: -=The burly figure stepped out form the gate seeming not one bit
hurried. There was a damsel to be had, and the oilskin clad harbinger had
little time for obstacles. Though for infiltrating towers, castles, and the
like, the best techniques were passed on by the survivors. There
was a clink under the poncho, and with little more than a flutter of oilskin
cloth, the slender blade with a black line attached was hurled upward,
sinking into the damsel's keep. Tugging on the line and rocking back,
the burly frame set off to a run, his course almost parallel to the wall as he
would literally run and hoist himself in a diagonal manner before reaching
the apex of his swing, and repeating in the opposite direction.=-

JackoftheFaerie: Jack laughed softly as he watched the swinging man,
offering a shake of his head. As if they hadn't already had enough obstacles
to worry 'bout, they had one of their own making as well! Then the Irishman
was off, at first going at an easier pace, letting some of the others get ahead.
Getting ahead often meant getting caught first. So the Irishman was content
to let the others have their fun, till he was well within range. Still, he
kept a weather eye out for the 'Sirens' that served as obstacles.

Morgen Grey: They couldn't grab his hands...if they were not there to be
grabbed. When it was his turn he'd cross his arms beneath his cloak and just
hold them tightly there. It may make himself look particularly amusing, but
he wouldn’t get caught by the Sirens. He sprinted through the gate to the
tower, glancing up to the man who swung across the wall. Bold, but not
Morgen. He'd just go through the entrance and take the stairs three at a
time. Blue eyes behind the plain black mask darting all around for the Shepardess. He
had seen her go in with another...Ah! He spotted her. He raced over and
halted before them, eyes briefly passing over her friend then to Aoife. He
uncrossed his arms and extended his right hand to her. "My lady..." If she took
his hand when he offered it he'd sweep her right up in his arms.

Kendrew sprinted off when the harp's glisten was barely
mid-way through to the end, moving through the maze of human blockades. A
siren tried to reach up for him, but he evaded the grasp by ducking beneath
the leg of a changing statues' position. The labyrinth was vast and his
adversaries were many limbs, hands, toes, fingertips but his heart thrummed
to the beat of the woman on the tower.” Hell no, lad," he said to Alendral. A
tease? It spurned the Scott onward. Ducking, dodging, even leaping over some placed
table to leap back down into the fray. Every man had his ambition. Every man
had his purpose. His own he locked eyes on - copper skin, chocolate eyes.
"Forsooth, M'lady! Or some such like thing! Now, can I be gettin' ye down from
this thing! M'arms are lonely n' tha' English soundin' bastard once
m'woman." He came to the tower grappling what was needed so he could extend
her a hand




Shaden Aramoire: Shaden would watch his heroics as he managed to get around
the sirens and obstacles and scale the walls.. still she moved ever upward
making it harder for him to reach her to the third floor and then oh my she
climbed up onto the just to make it more difficult it would seem





Flanman69: -=The swinging momentum would diminish slightly as he witnessed
his prize intently climb to the highest point possible.=- What the devil are
ye doin' woman? Did ye find some acrobat tae replace me already? -=With a grumble, a second line would be thrown and anchored. Reaching his first anchor, it was reclaimed in practiced timing with the swing.
Reaching the top of the keep, short work was made climbing up the window
sills and reclaiming his other line. Upon reaching the roof, a hob-nailed
boot would tread lightly on the unfit structure. Just a touch was enough to
know that it would not hold him, let alone himself and his resistant prize.
With a matter-of-fact tone in his voice, the burly frame would call to
her.=- Shaden, this is nae safe.

Shaden Aramoire: the sound of wood splintering beneath her, a deafening crack.. of the spindly
roof.. and it collapse beneath her.. she fell right thru.. it would take a
fast catch of her flailing arms to catch her.. so unexpected it was merely a look of
shock on her face.. no scream at all.


Flanman69: -=With the speed of a viper's strike, the hulking figure would
launch forward, hob-nailed boot ripping a divot through the rickety paneling.
A strong callused hand would indeed snatch one of the flailing arms and a
reclaimed line would plant itself in the wall of the
tower, all in a single fluid motion. Still falling, a glance of her
expression would be the only sight he would see before the swung into the
wall with a thud that shook the makeshift structure, but was far less violent than
falling to the flooring below, and possibly farther.=-

Shaden Aramoire: The shock on her face was replaced by relief as she felt
his large hand encircle her wrist.. wide glacial colored hues turned up to
him as she exhaled softly " PUll me up " her tone was still a bit harpyish
as she hung in the balance like a pendulum beneath him.. she tried not to move
anymore than necessary knowing she was still in danger of slipping

Flanman69: Oh? -=The question came calmly as the line cut into his fingers,
the tension drawing his shoulders taught.=- Just "pull me up"? That's what
ye have tae say tae the man who has yer life hanging by his own hands and a
thread? -=the rope creaked under the weight.=-

Shaden Aramoire: Her brows rose as he baited her.. the flush to her cheeks
deepening.. " No that's what I say to the man who left me hanging " she
dropped her gaze to look around hoping to find her own way out of this ..
but to no avail she was probably made him want to thrash her over his knee
soundly.. maybe even with a belt.. but more likely with the flat of his palm
on her backside.


Flanman69: Hm, bad choice of words dear... -=The makeshift wall gave a small
shudder under the strain as they had both been left hanging. Ye've been a
bad dearie, and I want ye tae promise ye'll nae do somethin' like this again.



Shaden Aramoire: For a moment it looked as if she would balk, and refuse his
request.. nay his order for her promise.. she looked down at the floor then
back at him the stubbornness giving way to paleness as the wall shuddered as if
it would implode. Suddenly the fear in the depths of her eyes was unmasked
and she nodded softly.. " I promise.. save me Jack " was whispered.. as she
capitulated the battle to him. Grudgingly.



Flanman69: -=As the words left her lips, the brawny frame would tense and a
strenuous growl would escape him. Starting a slow swing, he threw his bulk
into the motion, building momentum as they swayed back and forth. The wall
now cracked and shrieked as thing timbers were wrenched under the
load. Reaching the ledge of the collapsed flooring just under the top level
and roof, his legs would clamp on to the edge, holding them in place as the
rumble would urge her on with the quick rattle of words.=- Climb
up, climb up, Climb up


Shaden Aramoire: And so she was saved.. following his instructions she
rolled to the edge of the scaffolding, and had he not been in such a
precarious position he might have stolen a glance beneath her skirts as she
hauled herself upward.. with a sigh of relief.. jumping up then to scrabble down the
rickety stairs to him.. "are you ok?”

Flanman -=Hauling himself to sturdier supports, short work was made of
reclaiming the line since once the tension was released, it merely slipped
out of the wall by itself. Huffing slightly, he stiffly curled and uncurled
the fingers that had held the line and both their weights.=- Aye, nae
thanks tae yer pride.

Shaden Aramoire: She took his hands in hers looking at the marks the line had made.. a frown marring her face as the mask was tossed aside she examined his hands tenderly " I'm sorry I don’t' know what gets into me " her whole face seemed deluged with remorse..

Flanman69: -=Sighs and lets her take his hand.=- I cannae say either, but I hope it's the last time. I may nae be able tae save ye if it happens again.

Shaden Aramoire: she nodded chastised and kissed his scarred and wounded hand.. " it looks to be just a bit or rope burn.. does it hurt much?" she didn't look at him quite shamed her pride and pith had put them both in danger.. and over what.. her thinking he had stood her up.. she was a courtesan for cripes sake.. why was she upset about what one man did..? " please accept my apology Jack.. I didn't intend for the thing to crash down around us " ok it was weak .. but true

Flanman69: Nae, but me sense of such is a bit..skewed, fer lack of better terminology. -=his other hand would gently caress her cheek.=- 'Tis all right darling. We're nae injured, and we live tae learn from it. Though I must admit, it is a bit endearing that my small disappearance meant so much tae ye.
Shaden Aramoire: She blushed and looked down settling beside him on the floor of the makeshift tower out of the sight of the others.. who now clamored to the magic show.. she deserved his teasing.. and infact he was a bit close to home with his assessment.. of her reaction to his ... disappearance.. " I though you had .. well had your fun and been done with it.. " she confessed softly

Flanman69: -=A gnarled finger would gently rest under her chin, tilting her face up slightly as he leaned to in press a single soft kiss upon her lips.=- I think we’ll find me tae be very different form other men.

Shaden :The kiss caught her off guard as did the tenderness in his words... she looked stunned.. and for once.. the mouthy chatty courtesan was speechless.. the only reply was the sweet submission in her lips as he tasted her.. a dark fluttering of lashes over her cheeks as her arms wound round his neck pulling him toward her.. and then she laughed " Does that mean I'm forgiven ?"


Flanman69: Nae yet. -=Without any other warning or pretense, he bodily lifter her up and bent her over a knee and taking a second to relish the sight before him, as he kneeled on the floor, spanking her ass in short smart slaps.=-

Shaden Aramoire: " Jack Jack ohhhhhhhh " she screamed and writhed over his lap as he spanked her ass soundly... and this time when he heard his name from her lips it was not in passionate soft tones but, protesting squeals against her punishment

Flanman69: -=A sardonic chuckle escaped him as the hand hoisted the skirt up and gave a single well placed slap to her bared bottom. After the slap, the hand would gently caress the reddening lobes, his voice softly cooing to her.=- Shhh Shh It's all right now love.

Shaden Aramoire: The last smack held a different tone.. and she shivered as he stoked her flesh softly soothing her, she stilled allowing him the luxury of his exploration.. a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her lips...as she was completely at his mercy in this unconventional pose, across his lap.. And then the magic show began. But Shaden and Jack would be no where to be found.