Chapter Nine
Uprising Quelled
Kimberly closed the door on their departing guests after final goodbyes. She turned to Alex. “Amends made. Time to restore proper order. How quickly can you get naked and on your knees?”
“Immediately, Mistress.”
She opened the foyer door and, leaning into the closet, came out with her riding crop. “Immediately, that will be something to see.” From her pocket came a watch. She pushed a button. Alex took a second, probably two, to realize she was timing him. He hurried but knew better than to wildly strip and scatter his clothes. He removed his shoes and tucked his socks inside. Then took off his shirt and pants, folding them and placing them in a pile, which he topped with his folded tidy-whiteys, all nice and tidy. Then he knelt before his mistress and bow
