Chapter Twelve
The next day Nicole was awakened from the best sleep of her life by a not-so-gentle nudge from her Master's foot. Her body was sore, but surprisingly mildly given how out of condition she had been and the rigor of the workout every muscle in it had endured. The day had barely begun to dawn as the sleepy naked redhead docilely followed Rafe into the bathroom for her bottom's wakeup encounter with the enema nozzle and the hairbrush. And once these formalities had been heartily dispensed with (including an orgasm during each courtesy of her captor's left hand), she was embarrassingly grateful to be informed that her good behavior had earned her the right to wear tennis shoes during her run.
What ensued was a duplicate of the previous morning's adventures, beginning with four
