I see her twitch her footever so slightly."Kiss them."And with utter delight I lower myself to and begin reverently kissing thefeet of my Mistress. Al... my fear of moments ago when laying out her toolsflows away, at least momentarily. For when I am at her feet, all is rightwith the world.She allows me this pleasure for only a few moments before telling me itis time for her to hurt me. For her to say it in such a way, no matterhow much I crave it now, makes all the fear come rushing back. As. ?21?, she groaned. Crack, Crack, Crack, and Crack, each strokefinding a new spot. ?ttttwenty fffive ttthankyou sir?, she said as shestruggled to maintain her composure. He marvelled at the beads of sweat on herback, and the drops of her nose. SWISH Crack, as the flogger sung itspainful song. Each stroke lifting her to her toes. Crack, Crack, Crack, CRACK.He really put an effort into the last one, getting the desired result.?Thiiirrrtttyyy, Tthhaankyou sir?, she sobbed, her breath coming in. I guess after you get passed fifty your thoughts start to change. We were good friends during our high school years but that was many years ago. We have never talked much after I moved to Ohio. They both looked at me and said, ‘Dorothy, we need to talk to you. It’s about Paul.’ ‘Paul? What about Paul?’ I asked. Then they began telling me about not wanting to butt in to my personal life but figured after my husbands speech, there was a few things I needed to know. Paul has dated both of them. The churchwarden and the Vicar arrived as he was still standing in the church hall doorway.“Of course many of the congregation have rushed off home for Sunday lunch,” Martha remarked, desperately trying to ingratiate herself, “So I have started a regular coffee morning on Saturdays here from ten o’clock. I hope we may see you there from time to time.”“That sounds interesting,” he replied, But not for the reason you think.Predictably, the arrival of a personable, solvent, house owning widower.