“Paulo wants me dressed like a sixth former, white blouse, black pleated skirt, black socks and white knickers.”I was slightly shocked. “He migh... hurt you, you know?”She smiled. “I hope so,” she responded quietly. “He’s promised to make my bottom very red.”“But... ““Come on drink up,” she said getting to her feet.“But I thought that the Basque was for tonight.”She smiled again. “No, that’s for Friday night. We’re doing the filming that night.”I was gobsmacked.“Oh,” she said as we walked away.. He picked something up. He used the tip of it to part my hair to one side, so that he could see my face, and I could see what he was holding. It was a black riding crop – about 30 inches long, with a bound leather grip, a slender flexible shaft and finishing in a folded leather swat. Something I’d only seen in pictures before. Well, now I was seeing the real thing. And up close. He moved behind me. I felt the cold leather of the swat slide from my right calf up the inside of my leg, moving. Mom got into a new, sexy outfit for the evening, and was very excited to be enjoying a drink with a model and she wanted to make sure her clothes looked like she knew what the younger women were wearing these days; she didn’t want to look drab and old. She wore a black skirt that to her was a mini but it was really only two inches above her knees, it fit tight but had a slit all the way from the hem almost to her waist; I have to admit, I’m sure she knew what she was doing when she bought this. The third batter popped up his first pitch and Ricky caught it easily. A three pitch inning, you can't beat that.Four innings later, it hadn't gotten much better for the Bulldogs. They hadn't gotten past first base, and we'd scored at least three every inning. After the third out, another pop-up, the ten-run mercy rule ended it.We were in Idaho for a tournament. Everyone said we had the toughest bracket, but the first game had been a walk in the park. Ours was the third game of the day, so.