“You are picture-perfect Minx. Have I told you that?”
“No sir.”
“Do you know what a horsewhip is Minx?”
“Yes sir.”
“Would you like to try it? It doesn’t hit such a big area as a slap would, but it does sting a little.”
“Uhm, okay.”
“Do I have your permission to horsewhip you, Minx?”
“Yes sir.”
A trickle of wetness runs down her leg. It sounds damn scary but she is in another world at the moment. She hears soft music is turned on and another drawer open. Did he have his stuff moved here? He did say it was a family practice so may each room had it’s own.
“EEEUUUWW”
“What now?”
He asks shocked.
“I just realized that every room has these things!”
“The main things like the cross you are tied to yes, not the toys I am going to use now Minx. And the cross and cuffs are sanitized afte
