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If you’re here, I’ll assume you know who I am and what I do. If you don’t, feel free to drop in for a chat. I don’t bite…hard. 
//Irene Adler rp blog, obviously I’m not Irene nor do I claim to be… This can get pretty nsfw because well, you know Irene Adler… I will rp with anyone!!! :-) I also do not claim any pictures or gifs that I post on here as my own. If you wouldn’t mind giving me a bit of your time and reading “The Woman Behind The Whip,” thanks!!//

</description><title>The Woman With The Whip</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @thewhiphandadler)</generator><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/bf7a04e19fdbdc6a879aaa002ace642e/tumblr_mn7hui9gMo1rwlnw3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51078994968</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51078994968</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 13:11:51 -0400</pubDate><category>The closet</category></item><item><title>It's the End of the World As We Know It.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sebastian-tiger-moran.tumblr.com/post/51071262908/the-woman-with-the-whip-its-the-end-of-the-world-as"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;A knife&amp;#8221; he said &amp;#8220;where did you put the hunting knife I have you?&amp;#8221; Sebastian didn&amp;#8217;t let her go. His previous life hasn&amp;#8217;t been very sweet. Jim was not one to lay down affection so easily. But he had missed this too, a moment of not fighting, of calm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a couple breathes he let her go. He couldn&amp;#8217;t afford them getting comfortable like that. Soon they would be slipping into each other&amp;#8217;s room. He would like to avoid that. &amp;#8220;Look. Get the knife, keep it on you at all times. I can teach you how to use it.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;The knife&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; Irene thought for a moment before she could remember where exactly she had placed it. The night stand in the room she&amp;#8217;d stayed in last night. All the way upstairs. She frowned at first when he let her go, but in the end it was probably the right decision. These were terrible times to get too attached to someone. Even if he made her feel so safe. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s just upstairs. I can run up and get it,&amp;#8221; Irene straightened herself up when she heard it. Not too loud, no just yet, but there was a low moan out in the distance. At least one, maybe more. &amp;#8220;Sebastian,&amp;#8221; she whispered with a hoarse voice, &amp;#8220;What do we do?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51072866124</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51072866124</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 11:15:26 -0400</pubDate><category>all me creys</category><category>poor sebastian boo</category></item><item><title>It's the End of the World As We Know It.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sebastian-tiger-moran.tumblr.com/post/51052422543/the-woman-with-the-whip-its-the-end-of-the-world-as"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You should be armed because I told you to stay armed. What if someone comes here, someone not undead? What if it&amp;#8217;s a man.&amp;#8221; He reached for her wrist and held tight, looking her in the eyes &amp;#8220;and he doesn&amp;#8217;t care if you say no.&amp;#8221; Slowly he moved, so he could yank her off the chair, pushing her towards the counter &amp;#8220;you can&amp;#8217;t barter with him. You offer food, anything just don&amp;#8217;t have him touch you, and you know what he&amp;#8217;ll do? He&amp;#8217;ll take what he wants from you, and then if you&amp;#8217;re lucky he&amp;#8217;ll gut you, because if you&amp;#8217;re not he&amp;#8217;ll take you and our food as part of the spoils.&amp;#8221; He had her pinned, knee between her legs, eyes locked with hers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carefully he released Irene, and wrapped his arms around her, gently, warmly. &amp;#8220;You stay armed because you want to stay alive, because I need someone here, who isn&amp;#8217;t an idiot, to talk to&amp;#8230;I&amp;#8217;m sorry if I scared you.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Irene wasn&amp;#8217;t sure where he was going with it at first, when he grabbed her wrist she looked at him with eyes full of surprise. &amp;#8220;Sebastian, what-&amp;#8221; She finally realised what he was talking about and her stomach dropped. No one had ever touched her in a way that she didn&amp;#8217;t condone, she had been too powerful, but now that power didn&amp;#8217;t mean anything. No one would care if she were Irene Adler, it was a time where names and the threat of pain were powerless. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When he wrapped his arms around her in a more gentle way, she took the embrace in stride wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face against his neck. &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re right.&amp;#8221; Her words were muffled, but she was certain he could still hear them. &amp;#8220;If you think that I should stay armed then I will. I might not be very proficient with anything that doesn&amp;#8217;t whip, but it&amp;#8217;ll be better than nothing.&amp;#8221; It had been too long without any warmth in her life, so she didn&amp;#8217;t release Sebastian from the hug right away.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51069970045</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51069970045</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 10:13:31 -0400</pubDate><category>no she needs a little tough love</category><category>because he has a point</category><category>she is so used to being untouchable that it didn't cross her mind</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/5296c6928925ff191aa0332daccb1bfc/tumblr_mhmp3qvlBl1s4zqgko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51063029176</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51063029176</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 07:16:24 -0400</pubDate><category>la la la la la la</category><category>nsfw</category><category>la la laaaaaa</category></item><item><title>"Reevaluate my life? Irene needs to reevaluate not sucking some goddamn dick"</title><description>“Reevaluate my life? Irene needs to reevaluate not sucking some goddamn dick”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sebastian Moran (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bossmademestartablog.tumblr.com/"&gt;bossmademestartablog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51046403911</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51046403911</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:54:28 -0400</pubDate><category>bless this post</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0fvwmuaOo1qiu6deo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51046028657</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51046028657</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:48:53 -0400</pubDate><category>casual turn on for irene</category><category>lol</category></item><item><title>marksmanmoran:

thewhiphandadler:

//no bee just no. it’s not precious. like how did i never learn...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://marksmanmoran.tumblr.com/post/51045165888/thewhiphandadler-no-bee-just-no-its-not"&gt;marksmanmoran&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51045035358/marksmanmoran-replied-to-your-post-prayer-circle"&gt;thewhiphandadler&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div class="hide_overflow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;//no bee just no. it’s not precious. like how did i never learn this???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;because you’re not australian? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if it helps, koalas still exist and i have a folder dedicated to them&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;but everyone else who isn&amp;#8217;t australian knows too &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;thank god they at least still exist. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i need to reevaluate every decision i&amp;#8217;ve ever made up until this point in my life though. think of how different things could be&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51045296325</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51045296325</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:38:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>marksmanmoran replied to your post: prayer circle for me i just found out koala bears&amp;#8230;

omg,...</title><description>&lt;div class="hide_overflow"&gt;&lt;a class="username" href="http://marksmanmoran.tumblr.com/"&gt;marksmanmoran&lt;/a&gt; replied to your &lt;a class="notification_target" href="http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51044519812/prayer-circle-for-me-i-just-found-out-koala-bears"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="colon"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51044519812/prayer-circle-for-me-i-just-found-out-koala-bears"&gt;prayer circle for me i just found out koala bears&amp;#8230;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;omg, kelsey. *pets* shh, precious. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;//no bee just no. it&amp;#8217;s not precious. like how did i never learn this???????????&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51045035358</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51045035358</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:34:00 -0400</pubDate><category>marksmanmoran</category></item><item><title>prayer circle for me i just found out koala bears aren&amp;#8217;t actually bears at all. my life is a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;prayer circle for me i just found out koala bears aren&amp;#8217;t actually bears at all. my life is a lie.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51044519812</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51044519812</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:27:38 -0400</pubDate><category>HOW AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO REALLY DIDN'T KNOW THIS</category><category>LIKE</category><category>EVERYONE I KNOW IS LIKE</category><category>no they're marsupials</category><category>and i'm like</category><category>LALALALALALALALLALALLALAL</category><category>KOALA BEARS ARE OBVIOUSLY BEARS</category><category>i need to reevaluate my life</category><category>omg i'm so nope i can't.</category><category>wow</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/788a3d720be934f1e0ec9b5a346d8032/tumblr_mmyshvDsQG1s5soe2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51042781229</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51042781229</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:04:38 -0400</pubDate><category>omg crying</category></item><item><title>Namas-Don't. //Irene&amp;Susan&amp;Sebastian</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://tagalongsusan.tumblr.com/post/51040904666/namas-dont-irene-susan-sebastian"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Seb wandered into the room, smiling at the blonde with the tits he’d met there a couple weeks ago as she prattled on about something or other that he couldn’t be arsed enough to listen to. Just because he needed to take it easy for his heart didn’t mean he couldn’t set his mat up behind hers to get a prime view for downward-facing dog, right? Heh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He joined her nasally laughter with a chuckle of his own, though it quickly turned to a scowl when someone collided with his chest. “Oi- oh shit…” Irene. He attempted to hand his mat off to the blonde, but she had moved on and he was stuck, looking guilty as though he’d been caught rifling through someone’s lacy things.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“This is a place of peace, but if you mess up my chakras I have no issue cursing you out in front of this class.”  Susan sniffed and was about to say more when a familiar face wandered in the door.  She looked over once and barely paid it any mind when the face finally registered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Sebastian!?”  Susan shouted, voice loud enough to cause a few of the other students to whip their heads around and stare at the trio.  “What the hell are you doing here?!”  She walked over to him and grinned, leaning in and nodding.  “Is someone in trouble?  Are you boinking the teacher?!”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, I can&amp;#8217;t say that I&amp;#8217;m not surprised to see you here,&amp;#8221; Irene raised a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. &amp;#8220;I didn&amp;#8217;t really see this as your scene, but I guess that everyone is just chalk full of surprises.&amp;#8221; She still had this bemused look on her face, like at any moment whoever it was was going to rip off a Sebastian face mask. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When she heard Susan&amp;#8217;s comment, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. It was..odd to hear a question like that coming from a sibling but Susan never had been one for tact. With a small smirk towards Susan, Irene got up on her toes to kiss Sebastian. &amp;#8220;Come on, love. Maybe you can help stretch me out a bit before class starts?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51041992755</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51041992755</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 22:54:42 -0400</pubDate><category>NAMASDON'T</category><category>tagalongsusan</category><category>sniperwithasmoke</category><category>this is wonderfully messed up</category><category>the club can't even handle us right now</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2306483f3d9faf7e1790c6e90e3f8339/tumblr_miercfm2j11s04ckeo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/78a367eca3b28cf4ad41e4b159c05983/tumblr_miercfm2j11s04ckeo2_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2543ce258f45db68d42c5748141586f0/tumblr_miercfm2j11s04ckeo3_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0f6c840c42ec32491e1fa70be95386e9/tumblr_miercfm2j11s04ckeo4_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/6f5b3f5b5c4e737d22eb8ceab2dc2156/tumblr_miercfm2j11s04ckeo5_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51038204017</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51038204017</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 22:09:02 -0400</pubDate><category>nsfw</category><category>really nsfw</category><category>but also accurate sooooooo</category><category>no shame</category></item><item><title>It's TMI Tuesday. You could literally be asking me anything. And you're just staring at your dash.</title><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51035504845</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51035504845</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 21:36:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Namas-Don't. //Irene&amp;Susan&amp;Sebastian</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://tagalongsusan.tumblr.com/post/51015853288/namas-dont-irene-susan-sebastian"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Susan unrolled her mat on the floor and glanced around.  Some of the regulars hadn’t shown today but that was well and good.  It left more room to spread out and hopefully meant the room wouldn’t reach temperatures approaching that of a sauna today.  Her eyes flickered over to the new arrival at the door and her smile faltered.  &lt;em&gt;Shit.  &lt;/em&gt;What the hell was she doing here?  That she was taking yoga didn’t surprise Susan one bit, but the fact that she had invaded her territory once again was too much to handle.  She slapped on a bright, but fake smile and nodded at the woman.  “Well, look who it is.  They don’t accept spankings as payment here, Adler, so I’m not sure you’re at the right place.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Classy, Susan,&amp;#8221; she rolled her eyes, adjusting the mat in her hands. Whatever she might say, Irene wouldn&amp;#8217;t let it interfere with her own wellness. Just because Susan was going to be petty didn&amp;#8217;t mean Irene would sink to her level. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;ll go to the other side of the room so as not to bother you, okay? This is a place of peace and I&amp;#8217;d really rather not fight here.&amp;#8221; With that, Irene turned around and promptly bumped straight into someone. &amp;#8220;Oh, excuse&amp;#8230;oh my god.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51024727120</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51024727120</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 19:20:16 -0400</pubDate><category>tagalongsusan</category><category>sniperwithasmoke</category><category>NAMASDON'T</category></item><item><title>Namas-Don't. //Irene&amp;Susan&amp;Sebastian</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Due to some unfortunate circumstances at the studio she&amp;#8217;d be going to for several years, Irene was finding herself searching for some place new. Most of the yoga studios she&amp;#8217;d been to weren&amp;#8217;t the right fit and this was absolutely the last one before she would have to start travelling upwards of an hour to get there. This was her last chance. As Irene wandered in, it looked promising&amp;#8230;but, oh no. Of course. &lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;was there. Irene almost turned to leave but they made eye contact. Too late.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51014707152</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51014707152</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 17:11:01 -0400</pubDate><category>tagalongsusan</category><category>sniperwithasmoke</category><category>crackity crack crack crack crack</category><category>NAMASDON'T</category></item><item><title>Born To Die || Irene and Sebastian (Younger)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sniper-with-a-smoke.tumblr.com/post/51004308866/born-to-die-irene-and-sebastian-younger"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Seb scoffed, mind attempting to imagine a world without Russ but falling short. “Nah, love, he’s the sort of bloke that’ll stick around well after you’ve gone yourself. I’ve nothing to worry about.” He looked down at the squeeze. “Besides, he’s like a brother. If I told him about the strange, beautiful girl on m’ arm.. we’re blokes, he’ll definitely understand.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, it sounds like you&amp;#8217;ve got yourself a very good friend there, Russell,&amp;#8221; she grinned at the beautiful comment, a little swish in her hips. &amp;#8220;Having people that are like siblings must be so much more different from having actual siblings,&amp;#8221; Irene laughed. &amp;#8220;Either of my sister&amp;#8217;s would be more than willing to stab me in the back over nothing.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51012568487</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51012568487</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 16:43:31 -0400</pubDate><category>lisTEN IT'S CALLED BORN TO DIE</category><category>NOT BORN TO LIVE</category><category>OR EVERYTHING IS HUNKY DORY AND HAPPYU</category><category>WHAT DID YOU EXPECT??????????</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/22d1209a8c0c7534f9300a3447a3e459/tumblr_mmyp3ijOQS1qcrxego1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9a4409fd3d381091c4a1f481409a5c0c/tumblr_mmyp3ijOQS1qcrxego2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51005185715</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51005185715</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 15:02:04 -0400</pubDate><category>teenlock tuesday</category><category>MORE SWEATERS</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6c3aba5e860b09594b56aa2aa349ebe7/tumblr_mn3bu7uYYt1rmo46ao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51001491560</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/51001491560</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 14:01:31 -0400</pubDate><category>teenlock tuesday</category><category>and sweaters</category><category>dead</category></item><item><title>We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together// Irene &amp; John</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://yourdearestwatson.tumblr.com/post/50997568429/we-are-never-ever-getting-back-together-irene-john"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;John sipped his tea, still trying to keep it together just to prove Irene wrong. “Indeed, madam,” he replied. “I believe that they’re going to think that you threatened to punish me if I didn’t behave, ma’am.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I could do that at any time I please, there&amp;#8217;s no where that says I have to wait for special circumstances to punish you,&amp;#8221; Irene smirked, a little bit of the twinkle back in her eye.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/50998176736</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/50998176736</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:03:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0ddd4d9565af545e5bcb4beb729b6734/tumblr_mn3czfnq6E1sry1w7o1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/50998078093</link><guid>http://thewhiphandadler.tumblr.com/post/50998078093</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:01:38 -0400</pubDate><category>teenlock tuesday</category></item></channel></rss>
