.. ,” the announcer droned on until Dan switched the stations, tiring of such news for the present.“So, my butt will soon be up to use, the doctor...told me. She assured me that in probably a day or so, I will be in ‘proper serving order, ‘ as she put it. She smiled when she said that, but then she struck me as interested in me sexually. She didn’t touch me, though, in case you wondered. She clearly wanted to, but she didn’t molest me. I think that she was gay myself, Master,” Rachel said, before. "Brenda, my first question is to you. How do you like your car?"She sat quietly for a moment. "It's loud. I mean really loud. When I hit the gas, I can barely hear myself think." Are you sorry you chose it?" Not really. It is very comfortable but I have to remember to keep my foot out of it or the roar of the engine takes my breath away." Good to know. Do you want to switch?" No!" She replied very quickly. "I love my car so you can keep your mitts off of it." She waggled a finger at me."Ashlee,. This should solve your problem, and nothing more need be said.For the second matter, in discussing the cane with others who take this matter seriously, several masters have told me that, when they found themselves for the first time contemplating the private parts of a young woman who had just bent over to receive her caning, they had been overwhelmed with fear that the cane might strike and injure this obviously tender anatomy. Subsequent experience, of course, always proved such fear to be. "Hello Fionna," he said, "are you feeling any better?" Yes," she replied, "very much so. In fact, I was wondering what sort of drugs you've given me. They're nothing like what the doctors tried." How much of last night do you remember?" he asked."Well, the concert of course," she said with a dreamy expression on her face, "and most of the session afterwards. Some of the drive to the cliffs, but only bits and pieces after seeing you there. Nothing of the drive here. More bits and pieces of being.