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encouragement, cracking the whip down across Jasmine’s bottom for a second time, and a third.
    ‘She’s good,’ somebody remarked from the crowd.
    ‘Yeah, ’cause she’s usually the one getting it,’ another responded. ‘Oh my!’
    Jasmine braced her feet apart, her thighs now as wide as her tight-stretched panties would permit, and also pulled her back in, to show off her rear view in blatant detail as the flogging continued. Most of the visitors to the market were now watching, or trying to watch from behind the others, while Caroline was grinning happily as she smacked the whip down to a slow, steady rhythm. Jasmine began to shiver in Adam’s arms and her grip was growing tighter, before she suddenly bowed lower still, to jerk down his fly and pull out his half-stiff cock, straight into her mouth.
    A buzz of surprise ran through the audience but nobody tried to stop them, Jasmine working her mouth up and down on Adam’s rapidly growing erection as Caroline continued to apply the whip. They had gone well beyond what was usually considered acceptable at the market, but even the barman was now watching in fascination and didn’t seem to mind. The stallholder selling the whips had a prime view of Jasmine’s naked bottom and was plainly enjoying the show, but finally commented, wryly, ‘I hope you’re going to buy that thing, Mephistopheles?’
    His words broke the spell. Jasmine released Adam’s cock, smiling and blushing, while Caroline pulled up the whip. Adam put his erection away with some difficulty before replying, ‘Do you have it in green? No, I’m only joking. We’ll take the red one.’
    ‘How about one of these?’ Jasmine put in, reaching up to finger a long, rubber-tailed flogger with a handle in the shape of a penis. ‘You could whip me and then leave me with the handle stuck up my cunt.’
    The stallholder turned to Caroline. ‘I thought you said she was a newbie!’
    ‘She’s an old friend of Adam’s,’ Caroline explained. ‘Can she have both whips, please, Adam?’
    ‘Why not?’ he answered, once more digging into his pocket for money.
    ‘Thanks,’ said Caroline. And don’t I get a kiss for whipping you, Jasmine?’
    Jasmine responded with a quick peck on Caroline’s cheek, only to be gathered in and kissed hard on the lips. For a moment she resisted, only for her mouth to suddenly come wide and, for a second, the two girls were kissing properly, their tongues entwined, before they pulled apart.
    Adam shared a knowing look with the stallholder and received his kiss from Jasmine in turn before he took the whips, then they continued on their way. Jasmine herself then seemed to become quiet and thoughtful, leading Adam to find himself wondering if she’d just shared her first-ever girl-to-girl kiss.
    ‘That was really nice,’ she said after a while. ‘Maybe not as nice as a spanking, but really nice. You know some amazing people, Adam.’
    Adam considered his reply, wondering if he could praise Caroline and Elaine while getting in a subtle warning against Steelhand, only for Jasmine to turn away with yet another squeak of surprise and delight. They’d reached the end of one row of stalls and could see along another to where a moon-faced, red-haired young man was fiddling with a contrivance of leather and brass rods, one of which ended in a large, black dildo.
    ‘What is that?’ Jasmine demanded.
    ‘That,’ Adam explained, ‘is Henry Lomas, more commonly known as Cornfed. He makes things – in this case what looks like a steampunk fucking machine. I’ll introduce you, if you like?’
    As he spoke, the red-haired man pulled on a lever, at which the dildo began to move backwards and forwards with a slow, deliberate motion that seemed to Adam peculiarly obscene. Jasmine giggled and ran forward, with Adam following behind.
    ‘Cornfed, meet Jasmine,’ he said as she reached the machine.
    ‘I want a go,’ she said. ‘I have to have a go! May I have a go, please, Mr