Chapter Fifty One
To Dance
I arrange Christy’s lessons to begin in mid morning, before I depart for work. So after my maid makes coffee and toast for me, Tuesday and Friday it’s to the basement instead of exercise in the corral.
Ms. Montaigne proves to be quite the taskmaster, having Christy warm up and stretch in complete nakedness before attiring her in a most ridiculously short tutu and bodice which cover nothing... only enhances her humiliation.
The stretching is endless with Ms. Montaigne pushing and pressing to bring suppleness to obstinate male ligaments. Yes, she becomes quite physical, handling Christy like cheap luggage, the swagger stick freely swinging to offer a resounding splat and bring forth a pitiful cry of anguish for deeds lacking in performance.
I finally learn of
