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On that had been driving to distraction. Sliding off his bed, he pulled some tissue out of the box on the nightstand and cleaned up the mess, pausing as he heard footsteps outside his bedroom door. He held his breath, hoping that Kaleigh wouldn't take this moment to knock on his door. As the footsteps passed by and continued down the hall, he tossed the tissue in the garbage and slid under the blankets. He closed, trying to will himself to sleep but his mind kept wandering to Kaleigh ...
It posed. I vaguely heard the whistle of the cat-o-nine tails before it met with the ripe flesh of my ass. "Oh, my, one." Inadvertently I forgot the rule of not speaking unless spoken to and the words, "thank you, Mistress," sprang from my lips unbidden my me. Thank you? Oh, yes! Thank you for loving me enough to show me the hidden secrets that can be unlocked by a tenderly placed whip. "Two. Three. Four," came again in rapid succession. Again, I heard a whistling sound, but was confused at the different pitch ...
Now, as she watched the way her deft fingers tended the garden, she smiled again to herself, as always grateful. Patience marked the work her girl did for her. Dressed in a candy apple red turtleneck with a loose fitting black jumper thrown over her, she knelt in the soft dirt. The skirt of the black jumper was cut to the specifications of her Mistress, short and innocent yet decent for out of doors use. The fiery red hair, kept long and straight also per her Mistress' wishes, was tugged into a ponytail, giving the illusion of youth to a greater degree. Actually, she was 24, but ...