The sound that preceded the first blow was like something from a dream. Not the high swish of a crop but rather the low whistle of something larger. ...The leather paddle landed on her left cheek with a crack the nerve endings registering the pain almost instantly sending a flurry of signals up to her brain. It seemed like an eternity until the sound came again this time on her right cheek. The sensations were intense and she felt the contact throughout her entire body. She barely made any. .involved. He felta moment of doubt, but then shook it off. This wouldn't be a longperformance. Only a week or two at most. He would complete his revengeand then vanish without a trace. He unzipped the suitcase and stared atthe object that occupied most of the space inside. Olivia's empty facestared back at him. Her mouth was empty, as were the eye holes. Otherthan that, every feature, every line had been copied by hand in theminutest detail. Olivia's dirty blonde hair was there too. All that. "Good girl", I say, and gesture for you to sit down, which you do, quickly...As you sit down, you realize how fortunate it was that I had instructed you to find a spot, where you could sit with your back to the crowd. Doing what you just did, woud have been too much if you've had to sit, facing everyone now. You feel like a whore, but not surprisingly, it also turns you on. A lot... You've learned quite a few things about yourself the last year or so, not the least of which is what kinky little. We’re holding hands as we crunch our way through the snow and the warmth of your skin is enticing. I tell you how my trip hasn’t gone as planned so far and that I’ve ticked little off my wish-list. In fact, I tell you, I haven’t even figured out how to light the open fire that I have been dreaming about since I booked the cottage. You find this amusing and query how anyone can struggle with such a basic task and I laugh back as I tell you that I have many hidden talents, but that just isn’t one.