He was big!But he looked as if he was in trouble.As I watched I realized that he was in bad need of food. The hard winter was taking its toll on him.Y...sterday I had dragged a "road killed" deer up to my barn to see if there was any meat I might salvage. I made a hasty decision to share the deer with him.He looked as if he needed it more that I did.I wasn't exactly stupid. I first turned every outside light that was controlled from the house on. Next I grabbed one of my rifles, and my .50 cal. Perhaps you should invest in some.’ ‘Who are you?’ She asked. ‘Didn’t I tell you that I ask the questions? Really my dear, if you want to do things the hard way we can but I would much rather if we did things the smile way. All you have to do is obey me.’ This had to be a bad dream, Emily thought to herself, why had this person chosen her out of all the women out there. ‘Why should I do, what you ask? What makes you think that I won’t call the police the minute you get off the phone?’ ‘Look on. I don't know if I'm saying this right, but when I read people, I feel things. But when I read you, while you were reading me, and I saw me as you see me, I could really see myself clearer."I actually followed what she was saying, even though it sounded confusing as she said it. She saw herself through my eyes. And since I see deeper and clearer, she saw herself deeper and clearer than usual."That's it! You do understand!" she squealed joyfully. "And I want you to teach me to see deeper and. ” Crack, crack. Both into my poor, right cheek. “Are those as hard as hers?” “Close. Mistress.” Christ, why did I always forget that? Two more cracks, very hard. “That’s good, Mistress.” She chuckled. “You are going to learn your lesson about messes, James.” She spanked me hard, even harder than Andrea had with a hairbrush, covering my ass with wicked, wicked smacks. Weirdly, it made me feel so close to her. I could hear her little grunts as she punished me, harder and harder. Smell.