‘You know, that’s not going to solve your problem.’
‘I don’t know. Maybe it will or maybe it won’t.’
‘I’ll tell you what. You think about it until I come back. Then we’ll discuss it.’
She walked out of the dungeon and turned out the lights but never returned until about noon the next day. When she approached me, she lifted my head and asked, ‘Do I call your mother or give you four dozen strokes of my whips. The choice is yours.’
‘I’ll talk to her.’
‘Trust me, Tyler, she’ll understand.’
‘I hope so.’
After showering and rubbing myself down with a very sensuous women’s body lotion, she helped me dress. I wore a hot pink sports bra with padded cups and a tight, short girl’s tee to cover it up. On the bottom I wore hot pink panties, an extra-short, pink pleated mini skirt and white Keds
