Chapter Four
Mr. Lange’s Import
My nights are spent in the protective arms of Mr. Rose, but my days are spent under the strict tutelage of Ms. Lynn. The dichotomy between my gentle master and the demanding mistress spins my head around; after sunset its soft words and music, by day hammer and tongs.
My lessons with Ms. Lynn always start with me on all fours. In the first week I’m not allowed to rise above her waist. The discipline involved in such a simple thing is harder than I might have I imagined. Three times on the first day alone Ms. Lynn deals out punishment for my lack of concentration. She orders my ass high in the air and stripes it with a bamboo cane, its fire lacing through me. Come the third time, I cannot sit comfortably during my observation period, which was probably the
