My last comment raised enough fear in her to get her going. She scampered to the stall and her jeans were at her ankles by the time I got there. Not only that, she was poised over a bale of straw, ready and waiting for the strap to do its business.
Even as angry as I was with her, the sight of Morgan’s round bottom thrilled me to my core. Maybe I too was on edge because she was going to leave. I sure would miss this wondrous view. For all my admiration of her fine derriere, however, I was still pissed and I didn’t waste any time, letting her have that strap right where it would do the most good. I pelted her briskly with hard, biting strikes, and she was crying for mercy in a matter of seconds.
This being punishment, I didn’t stop to play our teasing game, something I’m sure she ho
