In her hand she holds a small wooden paddle, about the size of a ping pong paddle, but thicker and with several holes in the center. It's now clear wh...t kind of punishment she has in mind for me.Lydia waves the paddle briskly in front of me and I hear the air swooshing through the holes. "Have you ever been paddled before, my dear?" she asks. I tell her No, which is the truth, and this seems to please her. She reaches down to twirl one of my nipples hard between her thumb and forefinger. "Well. ‘You want something hard, don’t you? Something that pushes into you and into you and into you… You want it to be wide and ungiving. Something that stretches you. Pushing into you, Forcing you to open up, filling you…’He laughed at my involuntary whimper of desire. ‘Yes, you do. Let’s put a toy into the animal,’ he said. ‘She can learn what happens to sluts who can’t keep their legs closed.’The man at the other end of the couch chuckled. I could feel his gaze on my exposed cunt like a laser and. My mum and dad loved me, and I know it now. The way they died...” she trailed off. “Their murderers, they won’t hurt anyone ever again, will they?”“No, dear. Apart from the leader, they’re all dead, and he, well, he’s truly facing justice – and not what passes for justice in our world.”Carole nodded. “But what do I do now? That ... Being. Viviane. She said I wasn’t to worship her. That there was another way, another destiny for me.”“You don’t have to make a decision right now, dear. Just be. He looked down at her, honored by her submission, loving that she was His. She looked up and met His eyes as he took her hand and brought her to her feet. Kissing her deeply, the rain on their faces, she trembled not from the cool rain but in anticipation. She knew her Master, and followed Him as they ventured further into the woods, stopping in a small cleared spot. He looked at her and said "take off your dress". Standing naked, the rain glistening on her skin, He came to her running His.