That was the one with the huge hook in it.....used for things that would make good Christian women quiver and fall down praying. So down to the floor her gaze went, studiously avoiding any contact with His feet

"What did you say to Me little one?" oh DAMN He was using ...THAT tone of voice again.....*sigh*....."um...well.....see Master I was...just....er....trying to be helpful?"

He took two long steps closer to her and her head cocked back, catching sight of His feet, her gaze flew away trying desperately to find something that might just help. "Wanna try that one more time there pet?"

{Not particularly} she thought. She cleared her throat and tried to do this gracefully. "Well Master". "DO not even contemplate the idea of talking with out looking at me pet"awwwww man!!!!!!! sheeeesh

Apparently SOMEONE has woken up on the wrong side of the rack today and was NOT gonna let her get out of paying for it....She sighed and looked slowly up, her eyes flashing over His body as her gaze rose, she inhaled deeply and was lost

He was magnificent...with those light eyes, and all that hair and tall..so tall she got cricks in her neck when it was time for the dreaded 'lecture' from looking up at Him. It never ceased to amaze her how much just the sight, sound and smell of Him affected her. She held back the smile that was desperately trying to pour out of her.

This was playing, nothing more, if He had been really really pissed......well.....her ass would have been about bloody by now. But as it was, and thank God, the Goddess, Allah, Buddha, Vishnu, or even Andy Kaufmann

He had a wicked sense of humor that happened to enfold the absurd as well. And this was one of those times.

She scuffed her naked toe against the floor and peeked up at Him from beneath her bangs, squinting slightly, looking consideringly at Him.

"Well...Master see I was just SAYING...that perhaps...ah.... maybe some nice......well...ostrich feather floggers would be a lovely addition to Your collection I mean...it is so extensive already"

she realized she was on a roll now, " and heaven forbid there should be a flogger around that You don't have and I mean that in the nicest way possible Master I really really do..and see

I heard about these and figured I would...well..mention them to You...kind of like keeping up with the Jones's kind of thing only like...the Jones's are...well..perverts like Us...well I would never presume to call You a name Master"

oh HELL He scowled...damn..think fast, she thought to herself," YOU are perfect....well more then perfect really I swear I was blessed when I met You"

and You are the most amazing Master. You are strong and kind and loving and gorgeous and just really neat..no NOT neat..uhm...great yeah great.. and

OK that was about deep enough for the hole she was digging herself into, she thought, should be about neck high now.

And, I promise it was not a comment on Your flogging skills that You just HAPPENED to be...Ya know....warming my ass when that comment slipped out....and ah.....my timing sucks and I am horrendously sorry!"

She shut up and decided that she just best keep quiet from now on or else die slowly. Her shoulders sagged and she gave up all pretense of being charming, which never worked on Him anyway so why she bothered she figured was just habit.

Her eyes fell to the floor once more and her hands twisted behind her back. His scowl had not moved one single inch. So much for absurd time.

He stepped forward and grabbed her arm and turned, leading her to the spanking bench. Now for those of You (Dom/mes) who don't know what this is like.....IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE...k?

She sighed and prepared herself to get a spanking and when He let go of her arm, she lowered herself down to the bench, straddling it before lifting her knees to settle on the padded holders there, her hands reaching for and gripping the handles.

And there she sat...all wide opened and getting chilled, drafts would do that to a person, her face down on the bench, her cheeks flaming brightly.

Her thoughts started whirling faster and faster. Why am I such a smart-ass? Why can I NOT keep my opinion to myself until an appropriate time? Why do I seem to get myself into trouble so easily?"

All's she ever had to do was open her mouth and offer up an opinion ..it seemed that they were always inappropriate and wrong and just not right at all in anyway.

And now she had really gone and done it, she had pissed Him off big time. She peeked up at Him from her semi prone position and grimaced slightly at the glower on His lovely face, her insides starting to shake.

She guessed it was not so much what she had said but the timing and the humor that He apparently did NOT feel and sort of...well...everything all rolled up into one.

She leaned her head down on the bench, her forehead pressed against the padding, taking deep breaths. She felt His hand start stroking her lower back, His rough fingers scraping gently over her skin

Unconsciously she purred deep in her throat, god how she loved the feel of Him touching her. Her mind floated away on the sensations, the steady caress of His hands on her.

She loved it when her skin was hot, so red and hot from the touch of the whip and He would take aloe and slowly rub it into her welts, the cool caress would make her shiver and squirm.

Or the touch of Him when He bit her in a pique of passion, or just because He wanted to. His breath a hot tender stroke right before His teeth clamped on her body.

But the most amazing time was when she was totally helpless, all her defenses and instincts blown away, her eyes filled with the tears of emotional and mental release

Her body shaking with pain ( because that was about the only way she could totally release, otherwise she retained some kind of control no matter how infinitesimal)

Her legs weak and unable to hold her, her arms raised up to Him and with one touch of His hand, her soul would take flight and she would be safely flying away on a dream and would not come down for days and always....ALWAYS He was there to protect her...to hold her...to keep her safe.

And in that instant when He reached out and caught her fingers then her body and pulled her close to Him, her whole world shattered and reformed around one single word in her mind...HIM.

No other thing mattered, not breathing, not even living...the only thing in her mind, in her soul was Him. She would shake for days and keep this from Him until He noticed, even then she had not told Him of the total fear that encompassed her in the thought.

..that one day..He might not be here. She lived every day like she was going to die tomorrow because she would not live without Him and she so feared that possibility.

No matter the assurances He gave, the good thoughts she cultivated....reality was reality. and in those moments she loved Him just a little more then at any other time.

Because He was the last thing she saw at night and the first thing in the morning. And that was the totality of the meaning of life for her. She often laughed at that to herself.

Her..the Ninety's woman, tough, independent, self-assured, strong, weeping like a baby at the thought of displeasing a man. Well...OK so not just any man....This Man.

She pressed her body tight against the padding and gripped the handles tightly. She inhaled deeply and her mind floated into the space she always craved when she was in a position like this. No other thought entered her brain but that of Him.

His scent, his voice, His touch, His taste, all lingering in her memory and the startling intensity of her position bringing them to the forefront so sharply that she swore she was experiencing all that from the past at once now.

And then She heard it, her body tensed, her head shot up , a look of total astonishment on her face, an almost twisted look to her mouth, her hands locked in a loose claw around the handles on the bench

Slowly....ever so slowly, she turned her head, one hand reaching up to swipe at the hair covering her gaze and she stared at Him. For a full four or five minutes that was all she could do, then the convulsions started.

And her laugh boomed out in a slightly more delicate, definitely more feminine version of what was spilling from His lips.

There He stood, all burly like, tight as sin leather pants, bare chest gleaming with oil, long hair flowing over His shoulders, one hand on a slightly cocked hip, the other wrapped around a slim handle

His wrists twisting slightly making the ends of the flogger sway in the breeze. Although that is not hard when the ends are made of hot pink chicken feathers