He was even faster than her, grabbing her wrists and twisting her to her belly on the bed.“You are a bitch. My uncle was right when he said you had ...o be broken in, tamed and trained.”He curled his other hand into her brown hair, shoving her face into the sheets, pinning her no matter how much her feet kicked and her body wiggled. Joffrey knew exactly what he had to do. He’d seen and heard his father the King correct his mother whenever she forgot her place.“This is why I chose you, instead of. "Do you see this?" Pat commented rhetorically, more to herself than anyone else, as she set the plate of sandwiches down, "Why that girl not only fixed a number of different types, but she even cut off all the crusts and quartered them. She will have my job." I did wrong?" Maria asked tentatively while looking at Pat.Pat laughed as she went over and hugged Maria, "Child, the day you do something wrong is the day that silly Hollywood actor Ronald Reagan will become president of these United. Kneeling between her legs I slip the blindfold over her eyes, experience tells me I'll not need a gag, rope around her ankle, I feed it under the bed, and around her other ankle, she's not going anywhere now. Taking my time I fasten the cuffs around her wrists, before finally attaching them to the bed head. Leaning down I kiss her softly, our tongues wrestling, I kiss down her body, teasing, sucking, biting each nipple, watching as she gently bites her lip to stop from crying out. Slipping the. Her breathing shifts, shallower, but more rapid.I can also see a rip in the collar of her pajama top, just below the hollow of her throat. I give a small, real, smile. My wife is a clever, clever girl. And the Bitch underestimated her again.I force my left arm under her – between her arm and her body. I reach up with it and grip the hair on the left side of her head. All the Bitch has to do to stop this is say something. “Stop” or even “No”.But my wife won’t let her talk at all.Her breathing.