” Makaela just looked at her. Miss Tener closed the file and simply said “Okay then, go pack your thi-” Makaela cut her off, “Please thrash me...with the switch.” “What was that? Miss Tener asked. Makaela swallowed her pride “Please thrash me with the switch.” “You’re a petite little thing, huh?” Miss Tener asked, “but your butt is so big and round, why is it all city guys love a girl with a ‘phat ass’?” Miss Tener walked around the room continuing “to me you’re just a little fat girl.” “I am not. He brought the oil and asked politely that he had to start the massage by applying oil to my hair, I was so happy that someone is there to apply oil to my head after such long time, he gently applies the oil on my head and moved his fingers through the strands of my hair, it felt like heaven, then something struck me when he was massaging my head, Do I have to remove my blouse for him to massage my back? Will it be awkward as his master to lay nearly naked for a massage? I was nervous but it. “Why don’t you sell it?” Pepper asked.It was obvious that Pepper didn’t understand the difference between having a couple of trees and an orchard for food production.Carl said, “You won’t get rich selling a couple of bushels of cherries.”“You could grow more,” Pepper said.To him it was really simple.Carl said, “Growing fruits out here is challenging. The orchard started with two kinds of native plums, Norther and Wanata. We’ve been growing Montmorency cherries out here for years. We just. Slave Connie then returned to the kitchen and began preparing the steaks for dinner. Mistress Dora had left her a list of how the guests like their steaks cooked. The list included seat numbers that matched with a particular guest. A tossed salad and fresh peas and carrots were to be prepared as well.When slave Connie entered the dinning room, she was greeted with her Master and Mistress and a dozen guests all seated at the table. Master Jim sat at the head of the table with Mistress Dora along.