Chapter Six
I am armed with an aluminum yardstick, purchased at the local hardware and shortened to improve its balance. It has more impact than a paddle, but lacks the bite of a cane.
My client knows it well.
Under my habit, I wear lace up boots with square stacked heels, a strap-on dildo and nothing else. The strap-on buckles around my waist and thighs, leaving my crotch exposed. We wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of Ms. Congresswoman’s tongue.
“Can I have Mandy get you something?” asked Representative Katherine Arnold.
Mandy stood by fidgeting, as though nervous about the prospect of leaving her employer alone with such a dangerous woman. I had already noticed the way her eyes flickered over toward Katherine whenever she thought herself unobserved, and heard the subtle c
