Whoosh, crack the crop strikes mid sentence turning what was forming as a please into another wail. Xnx Again, and again the riding crop lands and a new welt springs up in its place. Her face hangs toward the ground in resignation, but I want the lesson to be remembered. Staring with her eyes facing forward, jaw set square, arms resting on her lap…my eyes travel to those perky nipples standing straight out in the cool morning air. Ed is sitting over there holding the reins steering the team while I take a peak in the back and see my new house slave curled up in the fetal position under the wool blanket resting. The place looks mostly in order. Reaching into my vest pocket, I pull out my pocket watch and am surprised to find that even with all of the morning’s activities, I am
