My eyes bulged. A flogger. What was He going to do to me? I had never been punished by Sir; I was His good girl through and through. Would it hurt to ...eg? "Please, Sir?" I began before realising that I didn't know what else to say, fear and humiliation lacing my quivering voice. "Do you trust Me?" He asked and my heart skipped a beat. "Yes, Sir, of course, Sir," and I did, from the moment I had submitted to Him, but I glanced apprehensively again at the flogger. "I have never had to punish. “Davik, I have worked with Clive and the others on this, as a thank you for all that you have done.”He handed me the box and, when I opened it, I found an intricately carved bow sitting inside.“Given your unique level of strength, it took a while to find a mixture that would allow you to have a bow that will bend, while still not breaking. I believe that you will like the design as well as the lightness of the bow.”I moved it around and could agree that the bow was light, compared to my past. He looked like twobasketballs had been stuffed in the front of his shirt. His nipplesresembled tennis balls, if they could ache, seep, and pulsate they waythey did. His heart pounded and arms shook. "Get out." What?" said Mindy."GET OUT!"Hastily grabbing and putting on what she could of her clothes, Mindyhurried out of the house.As the door slammed shut behind her, Ryan leaned down, holding the couchfor leverage. With his free hand, he grasped what he could of hisbreasts, but they were just too. She was certainly not overweight, but her scruffy blue jeans did not help to emphasize her figure. And her baggy, rather immature, pink Minnie Mouse T-shirt seemed to be an attempt to conceal rather than promote the 18-year old's rather large breasts."Well, Abbie," Miss Barnard smiled thinly, "welcome to your first day at Bellevue Home For Retired Gentlefolk. I trust that your time with us will be a productive one." Thank you, Miss Barnard," said the youngster shyly, addressing her new boss as.