We didn't keep score, so the only notes I made were distance references, contour of the fairways and shape and contour of the greens. If the rough was...any indication, it wouldn't be ankle deep so I expected she would be able to manage it without difficulty. She remarked that the greens were consistent for speed but not easy to read. I wondered how hard they would be late in the day with the hot sun beating on them. By then her soft shots might begin to bounce and roll a good deal farther.We. She took a long breath and shuddered a bit.She pushed my face back and stepped back. There was a look of worry on her face.‘what are you doing, get out of the bathroom, now!’I was terrified and she was angry.she showered and stepped out.As she entered the room, I kneeled and begged forgiveness ‘Mistress, I am sorry if I offended you’‘Tim (my real name), I love you femdom fantasies but that was a bit overboard. What if you get some disease’she was surely referring to the little pee drops I drank. She knew better than to say anything. He'd punish her rather than titillating her - he'd hurt rather than reward. She couldn't say anything.She couldn't hear him, though, and as her flush faded, as her skin cooled and she began to come back to herself, she wondered what his next delicious torture would be.She waited. Heart rate slowing. Breath becoming even. And still, nothing.Without any warning but the brush of air preceding the blow, it came. From nowhere - the sharp sting of his favorite. And, she had to obey after all, didn't she? And with all the other pictures that had already been taken, a few more wouldn't be that bad."Thanks," the guy responded and his smile returned. "Let's go over there," he then suggested.Sandra walked up to a statue to the side of the street. It was a statue of a peasant woman who was carrying two milk jugs."Can you just lean in towards the statue for us?" the guy asked.Obediently, Sandra did like asked. Those guys must have been going out in a group.