“Why, Mistress? Did I do something wrong?”“No baby; just sit down.”“Yes, ma’am,” sitting down in the living room. Crazy thoughts runni...g through my brain must have been mirrored in my eyes. A bitch slap...KA-POW... knock her on her skinny butt... then take a thin switch to her.... Dangerous thoughts for a submissive to have against her mistress.“Do not look at me like that, little girl. You know better.” she yelled."Yes Mistress. I'm so sorry,” I meekly replied, hanging my head low. It. One last ride. That's what I told her. Guess I didn't know how right I was. No mountain trails to ride where we're going. Wonder how my auction's doing? Doubt the as is disclaimer covers what's left of it down there. So much for the listing fee and my perfect feedback rating.Sweat's dripping into my eyes, and I can't do anything about it. Thank heavens I remembered to put on deodorant. The air's so stagnant and thick that I'd probably be stuck in a cloud of my own stink otherwise.Then again,. .. it was empty. Heading downstairs to find his mother cleaning up after making breakfast, the question occurred, "Where's Sandy?"From behind his newspaper Dad said, "She jogs two miles every morning. You didn't know that, but you had better learn her schedule, so you don't piss her off." Was she upset?" Actually honey," mom said, "she was beaming as she left with her bottle of water. You could use a jog yourself; you're a bit chunkier than when you left here four years ago. She should be back. "Just pretend you're with Tess," he wisecracked, earning himself a smack on his head from Tess."Don't listen to him," she told Deirdre. "He enjoys his wise guy routine, but he's harmless."Two hours later the first parents arrived. Joey and Tess were sitting behind a desk in front of the student lab watching the people stream by. Tess was giving a running commentary on the arriving families. Deirdre sat with them, but a little apart. They had decided to stay and let each take breaks whenever.