strawberry Jam'n (Private rp Haruhicupcake & jojob60)
 

Name: Joanna Misty
Age:23
Gender: Female
Height: 6'1"
Weight:145lb
Bust:c C-cup
Hair Color: Blounde
Eye Color: Brown
Race: Ino girl (Bear)
Likes: Any form of control, AB/DL role plays, Bondage Games, video games, anime, gambling, liquor, and spending time with her girl friend.
Dislikes: Vegitbles, time outs, embarassments, and bugs.

Name- Elizabeth "Lizzie" Norwin
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height 5'3''
Weight: 120lbs
Bust: A cup
Hair color- White blonde
Eye color- Pale blue
Race- bunny girl
Likes: being bossed around, and humliated. Very shy. likes most thigns.

Lizzie and Jo-ann live in a 2-story house with a bassment. Up-stairs are thier rooms, nurseys, play room, and 3 bathrooms. On the ground floor is a kitchen, living room, den/librairy, half bathroom (just a toilet and sink), and garage. The basment has the laundry/boiler room and a scilent proof dungen/bondage-playground.

It's Friday afternoon and spring break is this coming week.

"Hey, get back here you," Jo-anna yells as she chases after her platnium girlfriend in the living room.

Lizzie stuck out her toungue, "No!" she screamed "I don't want to know what you'll do when you get ahold of me. I didn't mean to knock that glass over. I really didn't."

Jo-anna ignores Lizzie's plee, "Slow down your about to hit into something."

Lizzie slowed and then hid. "Jo-annieeee please I really didn't mean too! I was just trying to help clean!"

Jo-anna catches her breath in frount of Lizzie's hiding place, "I... stopped be... ing mad aboutthat... when I started chaseing you. Please come out, sweetie."

She slowly stood. "I am really sorry." She played with her skirt, looking down. He blonde hair had fallen out of the nice ponytail she had placed it in this morning. She bit her lip and didn't dare look at Jo-anna.

"I'm not going to spank you but lift your skirt up," Jo-anna sooths Lizzie as she looks at what she is wearing.

She blushed, but did as she was asked. Slowly she lifted her skirt with trembling hands. She looked away. Why does she even care what's under her skirt? Her fingers twisted the fabric of her skirt as she waited.