Category: First lines.

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It was a dark and stormy night. Sheets of rain lashed relentlessly down onto the patio. The French doors rattled in the onslaught of gust after gust of wind.

Seventeen-year-old Jennifer Lavilaine gripped the armchair's arms more tightly as a sudden flash of lightening lit up the garden eerily, and moments later the whole house seemed to shake under the impact of the ensuing thunderbolt. Jennifer's father, however, barely paused in his rhythm, continuing to lash the smooth, coffee-coloured skin of her arse, legs, and back with the heavy leather belt. Bent as she was over the bulky armchair, Jennifer's full breasts dangled beneath her and jiggled attractively, and her long mane of jet-black hair shook with each gasping breath she drew under the remorseless impact of the blows.

A log crackled in the fireplace. Jennifer's twin brother Mark, her horny and obnoxious 13-year-old brother Eric, and her mother looked on in silence, as Jennifer's father counted out the final lashes aloud while he delivered them, "Seventy-seven ... seventy-eight ... seventy-nine ... EIGHTY!" Finally, Jennifer stood stiffly up and smiled ruefully, blinking back her tears.

"You will now go and stand outside for half an hour, hands clasped behind your neck, and your nose pressed to the glass of the patio doors," announced Jennifer's father sternly.

Jennifer gasped in surprise. "But Dad!" she whined. "Surely not in this weather!"

"Yes, in this weather," boomed Jennifer's father. "You know the rules, and I'm certainly not going to change them just because of a few drops of rain. You are a big girl now and you must learn to deal with any and all consequences of your misbehaviour. Now get out there immediately, unless you want another strapping tomorrow night."

Jennifer knew from experience that any resistance or argument could only make things worse. Glumly, she fumbled to open the catch, and gasped with shock as she stepped out into the storm. Her father closed the doors behind her. She was already soaked to the skin as she assumed the required position, nose pressed against the glass. Jennifer wondered whether she would have the strength to endure the freezing wind and rain for a full half-hour, while staring into the warm and comfortable living room. The usual humiliation of displaying her fully-developed naked charms to her whole family was nothing beside this. Abruptly, she sneezed. She was almost sure she would catch a cold. She began to cry softly.

As wave after wave of powerful orgasm flowed through her body and then finally subsided, Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres gradually came to her senses. She noticed that her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and she had one hand at her crotch and the other on her breasts. Most inappropriate, she thought with a smile, given her assumed and rather voyeuristic role as Jennifer's mother.

"Computer, end program!" she commanded. Jennifer and the other holographic characters disappeared instantly, leaving B'Elanna alone in the unadorned holodeck to recover her composure before someone came in.