She pouts again. I tell her that it will be time for the flogger when she’s finished. She goes down the beach as instructed.When she returns, I grab...her by the collar and look her in the eye. I ask her why she is going to receive the flogger. At first she is lost for the answer. Then she lowers her eyes and says that she is being flogged for pouting.I tell her that she is correct, but it could have been because I wanted to without reason. I pull her by the collar and bend her over the post. I. If I were any more ready, I would explode."Leaning over her, his lips almost touching, "Oh, I think I can get you more ready," he said, just touching his lips to hers. Kissing around her mouth, feather-light, he kissed her lips for a second, then moved on.Abruptly, he moved his lips down her body, just touching, heading straight for her sex, then stopped when he got to the bow. Taking it in his teeth, he gently lifted it, its glue bond parting easily.He could smell her — similar to Evie's. Her body ached for the fulfillment she now knew was possible yet she dreaded being left sexually denied with another unimaginative and disappointing session with the man she loved so dearly.But on the third night after her illicit evening with David there came an unexpected change. When she got in bed Glenn stood above her for a long while, looking down on her with a look that she had never seen before. One that she couldn't quite tell was pained or menacing. Slowly, as if he were undressing. Slow the bullet down to 55 miles an hour, put some headlights and a little horn on it -- the deer will actually jump in front of the bullet.There was a farmer who grew watermelons. He was doing pretty well, but he was disturbed by some local kids who would sneak into his watermelon patch at night and eat his watermelons. After some careful thought, he came up with a clever idea that he thought would scare the kids away for sure.He made up a sign and posted it in the field. The next night, the.