“You don’t suppose you’d like to use this on me?” she said, after several moments of sheepish blushing.
“You really do mean that,” I said, realizing that half her expression was total seduction.
She nodded.
“And where do you think would be best?” I let her pick the place.
“I suppose the stable might not be a bad idea, or better yet, the shed.”
“It stands to be more private,” I agreed. I could feel myself going a little cold, and a little distant. Somehow putting a riding crop to a woman’s behind seemed like serious business even if this one was intended to be playful. “Hand me the crop,” I ordered in a tone that reflected the mood.
I could almost see her shimmy hearing the command.
“Yes, sir,” she said jauntily as she handed me the leather handle.
“Now, report to the shed, brat,
