There had been a rumor that my father had suggested her to be the next steward in training, but that the old traditional baron was unwilling to allow ... woman to hold that august position.She quite knew everything there was to know about running a large estate, such as our farm, which was indeed one of the largest in the valley, albeit currently mostly underutilized and fallow. I cheerfully handed over all of the account books and let her handle the administrative details from that day. I placed the foot rest about six feet in front of her and had a seat.“Drink your wine while we talk. It will help get you through tonight’s punishments.”Kerri raised her glass with her locked hands and drank as ordered.“In my instructions, I told you that you would be given a name that I will use to address you on punishment nights. Would you like to know what it is?”“If that is your wish, Sir, yes.”“Your name for tonight is Fuck Puppet. Do you like that name?”“Yes, Sir.”“Tell me your name. “When is the wedding?” Mom asked.“Officially, 1:00. Depends on the DS, though. He’s visiting another church at some distance first. We need to hear Jen preach at 11:00.”“Well,” said Deb, “it will be her last chance to say anything without your interrupting.”“You think she’s going to stop preaching?”“She’s getting married.”“Which isn’t retirement.” David pointed out. “She’s up for a vacation, which will also be our honeymoon. Then she’s back in the same pulpit for another year. I’ll be commuting. ”Hearing this Beth jerked in her bindings. There was not much that she could do bound as she was. Her hands above her head. Legs in a spreader bar and the bar chained to the floor. Somehow bound as she was and gagged with a penis gag Beth made it very clear that she did not want the tens unit to be used. Scott smiled at her and said, “Yes dear, for what you did this morning you are going to be wired. Your pussy, ass, tits and yes even your mouth.” Beth’s jerking harder did nothing to.