bisexuality?

Very good, young lady!
That is a start. Your behaviour will improve under continued direction, I know.

One rose for Fleur:rose:
 
Fleur!

I do not remember giving permission for you to grin like a Cheshire cat, at my statements!

no rose this time for Fleur!
 
Fleur, Fleur, Fleur ........

What am I going to do with you?
You've only just got up have'nt you!
Your height I find is exaggerated by at least half of one inch and you are now 99lbs. Fortunately, for you, I am happy with that. Your slim but athletic figure increases my urge to help you.
You must now find my site and find pictures of Sophia for comparison purposes. Be sure and take notes, too!

Un fleur pour la belle mademoiselle Fleur:rose:
 
Merci Monsieur pour le fleur. <smiling>

Sir, I am not exaggerating about my height. True to my words, I am 5'6. But if you've been so patient with me for so long, would you not be patient with me a little bit more? Where is your site? :confused:
 
Young lady!

Do you not know my Petal?
I will try, because of your unworldliness and charm, to continue being patient but, not knowing my site
http://starkpictures.co.uk would obviously try even the most accommodating of gentlemen.
Also my young unblemished one, please, in future, whether it be your height or another other topic I may choose, do not disagree but admit your error. I am sad to learn that there is this most stubborn and argumentative side to you, but, at least, we now have chance to strip it away before it takes further hold.
Now begin what you should have begun five hours hence!
When you've found the images, remove your clothes and write your comparison report without spelling or grammatical mistakes.

This flower, Fleur, is to test your honesty:rose: so do not snatch it too quickly, my dear.
 
uh oh

:mad: but but but....I didn't mean to correct you Sir. I was just voicing a correction, I mean how do u know how I do look like? But I'm sorry Sir if I caused you grief; I do admit my mistakes. My apologies to you. I've studied the pictures. Sophia looks beautiful. Seeing her does make me feel sort of embarassed. I have long arms, a nice ass, and a beautiful back but my breast cannot compare to hers. While hers is full and and larger, mine is just small.

fleur :(
 
Fleur, Fleur, my little Petal from afar.......

But that is your attraction too ..... don't you see you silly, silly, silly young lady. I can almost feel those delicate ribs of yours, under their, oh so light covering of soft flesh; a vision, quite extraordinary in its accuracy, beneath those wonderful sensitive breasts. When I come to squeeze the erect nipples of those delicious little mounds even my heart may beat a fraction faster as your squeals reach my ears.
Be sure and stand naked before the mirror tonight and study your landscape; I want more information by first post tomorrow.
Now I have to leave. I must seek out the witch hidden within a group of women in a nearby village.
:rose:
 
I am so confused....

Oh! Zidane. It is Fleur's fault because she created another thread instead of replying within the original; I have to put it down to her impish excitement. Fleur is quite shy really but when she decides to do something she can get rather over excited and clumsy; nothing a little discipline won't cure.
Now I have sorted your confusion, Zidane, perhaps you can extinguish mine. Are you male or female? 'Tis not clear to me.
 
???

very very confused sir. Why do I have to be disciplined? Sigh....just seems like I'm always doing something wrong! :(
 
Where in tarnation have you been?!!!

"Excuse me, Keirena." I lower my voice and smile at the attractive office goddess. "This young imp and I have some unfinished business to attend to."
"Come here, you inattentive little trollope!" So saying I take hold of Fleur's left ear and usher her firmly down the corridor and into my study. The door slams closed behind us as my last words resound off the walls.
"A strict pm methinks for Fleur d'amour!"

Keirena, in some bewilderment, tiptoes down to the closed door and slips her card beneath it, hoping I will find it later. ;)
 
why is always me doing something wrong?

"That is what we're trying to understand!
We'll get to the bottom of this young lady!
A little less back chat might be a start, my dear!"
(I have slammed shut my study door and take firm hold of this disobedient girl, my left arm around her, forcing her arms behind and rendering them powerless against my body. I pull her around with me in my search for the cord from my smoking jacket.)
"Good, here we are!" I find the cord and soon have your wrists bound tight behind you. My fingers now circle around you to begin their task of undoing your jeans. I smile at your continued struggling, which is now with some panic, as I imagine the lovely vision beneath your clothes.:rose:
 
growling

i stare at you growling, and despite my useless struggles, I'm still in your control. Mistakenly though...I realize I manage to knock your hot cup of coffee onto the floor, spilling some on your jacket and the rest on the floor. The cup breaks when it drops. uh oh I think. I think i just got myself in further trouble; and struggles a little bit more trying to break loose...
 
:::slips card under Starkpic's door, grins to herself, blushing, then quietly walks away:::
 
Keirena's card puts a smile on my face, but whilst I have freed one of my hands to slip it into my pocket, my little 'prisoner' makes a bid for freedom. Words fail me as her senseless struggling knocks over my drink.
"You ssssssstupid little strumpet! sssssssschhhhh.... for f.........you..you..you!"

I take you around the waist and forcefully invert you, dragging your hair and the side of your face along the spilt coffee. However, as annoyed as I am, feeling your structure as i grip your nubile torso causes a tightening in my loins that demands I give you closer inspection and probing attention. I allow gravity's choice to compose you on the floor as I let go; I stand erect, with folded arms, looking down at my impertinent little Fleur writhing at feet.
 
sounds intense there. :p
I'll just sit back and watch while Keirena helps me along. *cough* :devil: ;)
 
I place my right foot.....

firmly on Fleur's buttocks to hold her in position whilst I turn to face our guest; she growls like a wild hedgehog.
"Aye aye, matey!" Says I to Zidane. "Zit down Zitane, make yourself at home." Exerted more pressure on the fallen girl to halt her wriggling, I continue.
"I guess you've come for my opinion on that there Keirena! Thrash her well, my friend, thrash her well! She will in time respect you the more for it." I reach out to my desk and pick up a spare cane and kindly offer it to Zidane. "A token of my friendship! Take this and wear it out!" A shared smile between us and I turn back to the task underfoot.
 
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