. enjoying that?”Wes covered his privates with his hands sheepishly, but said nothing.Too mortified to even berate him another second, Kris reached ...nto the linen cabinet and snatched a fresh towel. She grabbed fairly hard, which cause the porn magazine Wes had so carefully hidden underneath to come spilling out onto the bathroom floor.Kris stared at the magazine, and then up at her trembling son.“Sorry, Mom,” he said.“Come on babe! Let me see ‘em! Pleeeeeease!”The balding, 40-something man on. If he actually raises an objection when she’s that age, I’ll remind him.”“That will be your real problem, dear.”“What?”“Bob was almost your first date, wasn’t he?”“Third. Second, really. The first dance I went stag. Do girls go stag?”“Well, dear, what happens when Cat goes to her third dance with a boy? She’s a freshman. She comes home and says, ‘I’m in love; I’m going to marry him; whatever we do is okay.’ What then? You can’t tell her how many boys you were in love with before you met the one. I started with the flogger, working the dummy at various angles and speeds, and using a variety of different strike strengths. The slapping of the leather in the whip against the leather of the dummy made for a satisfying noise, and also gave me good feedback about how hard I was hitting, and what kind of damage I might be inflicting on human skin for any given stroke.I worked with the flogger until I had started to sweat and my muscles felt loose, then I picked up the bullwhip and started to. He started with just a blanket, then small sacks of feed, or dirt, and gradually building to the weight of a saddle. He would saddle them, and start putting more weight on them, until it, roughly, was the weight of a man, or woman. Then he would call his daughter, Betty, or James' daughter, Carol to ride them. When THEY weren't around, his daughter Robbi, was called on. In their lives, Carol or Betty, neither one, had ever been thrown, and Robbi had only been thrown one time. He called them his.