And although she was nowhere near as flamboyant as Carolina, she had the same pleasure in small, forgettable rituals of daily life. Of freedom."Do you...love to fly?" He found himself asking her. She looked up in surprise at the sudden change of topic."Of course. It's in the blood. Although I'm perfectly content spending an afternoon fixing up an old ship. Or a week, given the time." Her eyes went to the ship behind him, and her mouth curved in a slight smile.Banks wasn't impressed, "So you. "And if I whipped you as punishment?" Then I would suffer it more. If I'd earned punishment, it would mean I had failed. I would hope not to make the same mistake twice." And for any other reason?" Then I would hope I was giving you pleasure."She nods. I continue."I do understand that escaping punishment might not mean escaping the whip. That choice would not be mine. " "You are correct. It would not." She notes, and turns a new page."As you may know, the whip is not the only means of. He was back wearing his regular clothes and asked if he could come in."It's your house." I explained and stepped aside. He brought me a beer which drastically soothed my throat. He could tell I was freaked out a bit and wanted to make sure he hadn't crossed a line. I explained he hadn't and that he had done a very good job in hitting many of my fetishes but that it just felt overwhelming. He assured me me this was the way he trains other clients and that once my initial shock subsided, I would. She lay, her naked breasts heaving, pale in the dim light of the small fire.Chaps appeared in the dark. “What are you doin’ Buford. We’re in enough trouble already. Don’t you go hurting that girl.”Buford didn’t turn his head, but it was obvious his words were for Chaps.“You just shut your yap. I told you I’m gonna get me some pussy. If you had a brain in your head you’d be standing in line.”“It ain’t right Buford” whined Chaps.Now Buford did stand and turn to face Chaps. The knife glinted in.