This is Part XVI of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Previously 

They sat in the café with a drink and chatted quietly. After a while Sir Alan and Carol joined them. As MG and Sir Alan discussed the details of the demonstration, Carol turned to Delilah.

‘First demo! And it seems like only last week you were watching me on stage!’

MG smiled encouragingly at Delilah.

‘Time we were off I think. Bathroom first and we’ll see you downstairs?’

“Oh!  Already?  Yes, Sir, of course.”  She thought the butterflies in her tummy probably matched the one on her string.  She and Carol began to gather themselves, preparing to move.

A small group had already gathered and others were drifting in. MG asked a couple of them to help position a spanking bench off-centre on the stage while Sir Alan checked the hoist and the accessories he would need. 

‘Cuffs Graham?’

‘Oh yes Alan, four please. And a spreader while you’re there, would you?’

Sir Alan gathered the equipment and placed them behind the bench while MG chose a slender cane with a leather handle and did the same. 

Delilah watched, excited, aroused, and anxious all at the same time.  It seemed unreal that she was going to do this.  She was glad Carol was standing beside her, watching the men prepare.

Carol said quietly, “Ooooh, the spreader bar.  What is Sir Graham going to do?”

“I – I don’t know what it’s for.  He’s going to – um, he’s going to flog me.  And -” but she stopped as she realized Sir Graham was looking in her direction.

Satisfied, Sir Alan turned to the room as MG joined Delilah and Carol. 

‘Welcome and thanks for joining us. We have a varied demonstration this evening but I won’t spoil any surprises by telling you in advance. So let’s start by welcoming Carol, our first sub. 

Carol walked onto center stage as the group of watchers applauded lightly.  Delilah inched closer to her Sir, watching Sir Alan and Carol.

‘We’re going to do some rope work today so we’ll need some rope. Carol, would you fetch what we need please?’

‘Before we start remember always that rope work can be dangerous if the rigger gets it wrong. Tying too tight, too loose or in the wrong place are perhaps the most obvious pitfalls and can lead to nerve or skin damage or to falls.’

With a bit of a flourish, Carol presented the rope.

‘Thank you Carol. Wait.’

Delilah was surprised to see Carol move into the same position Sir Graham had taught her.  Then she realized that of course this position wasn’t developed just for her.  It gave her an odd sense of being part of something larger than herself.

She tucked that thought away for later and watched the scene unfolding in front of her.

Sir Alan took the ropes and laid them beside the large floor mat he had positioned under the tripod frame. 

‘However the mental and physical state of both rigger and sub are also important factors. Rope work, particularly when suspension is involved, can be mentally and physically taxing for both parties. Both rigger and sub should check that they are feeling comfortable with their own state and with their partner’s state. Carol, how are you feeling? You’ve had something to eat and drink?’

Carol nodded, adding, “Yes, Sir, I have had, and I’m feeling good.”

‘Good. And are you comfortable with what we’ve discussed? And with me?’

“Yes, Sir.” 

‘Thank you Carol. So I urge you, even if you are experienced, always to err on the side of caution and to seek and take advice from expert riggers whenever you can. With that in mind Ben and Toby here have kindly agreed to keep an eye on us as spotters, to make sure we don’t do anything silly or miss a signal.’

Sir Alan turned to Carol.

‘Shall we begin? Oh, I almost forgot – would you want that lovely dress to get creased?’

She laughed.  “No, Sir, of course I don’t.”  In one smooth movement, she grasped the hem of her dress and slowly raised it over her head.  Wearing only a string, and 4 inch heels, she folded the dress and set it aside.

She slipped off her shoes next, left them with the dress, and returned to stand in front of Sir Alan.

Delilah hoped that she would look and feel half as graceful when it was her turn.  But – she bit her lip – her dress unzipped in the back.  She would have to ask Sir for help. Or wiggle around trying to unzip it herself.  No, definitely she would ask for help.  Then Sir Alan was talking and all her attention was on him.

‘Let’s begin. We want to be able to suspend her safely so we’ll start with a snug harness, rather like a climbing harness.’

Sir Alan took the first rope and expertly threaded and knotted it so that multiple strands encircled each upper thigh, forming an elaborate X on each hip and continuing to make a wide belt with a sturdy loop at the back. He stood back and stroked Carol’s cheek.

‘Alright so far? Happy?’

“Yes, Sir,” with a sensual undertone in her voice now. 

He turned her slowly. 

‘This is what we’ll use to suspend her but if we pull up from here poor Carol may do an undignified face plant. So that gives me an excuse to show off her lovely breasts.’

Turning her again, he passed the rope around her back and encircled each breast, knotting in front and at the sides and forming another simple loop at the back.

‘Now we have something to stop her pitching forward.’

Delilah could hear Carol’s sigh of contentment.

Sir Alan took another rope and, threading it along Carol’s spine, passed it through the upper loop then the lower and back through the upper loop again. Pulling through enough rope to reach the suspension point, he tensioned it so it pulled on the harness before tying it off firmly at the top. Repeating the process twice more and thus attaching the six-cord up-line to the frame, he stepped back to inspect his work, glancing at Ben and Toby for their approval.

‘All ok Carol? Shall we take a little weight off your feet now?’

“Yes, Sir, please.”

Sir Alan took another rope and circled her right thigh then lifted her right calf so he could attach it just below her thigh with a series of loops and knots. Passing the tail round the suspension point, he pulled while lifting her thigh parallel to the ground. 

‘Comfortable? Not pinching anywhere?’

“No, Sir, not at all,” she said.

He tied off the rope then,

attaching her left calf to her thigh in the same manner, helped her raise it to the same level as the other. 

‘Fully suspended now. All ok? No pinching or numbness?’

“No, Sir, all good.”

‘Now let’s keep these hands out of mischief.’

He quickly attached her wrists to her leg bonds and tidied up the tail. He span her slowly round, admiring her, and his work, then checked in with Ben and Toby who nodded. 

‘So here we are. One lovely submissive in a lovely submissive pose. This would be also be delightful on the ground but I’m a lazy Dom and suspension offers numerous practical advantages: I don’t have to move to admire her, I simply nudge and she spins; I don’t have to bend in order to take possession of her breasts.’

He took a nipple gently between each thumb and forefinger. 

‘Whose are these?’

“Mmmm, yours, Sir, of course.”

‘And what should I do with them?’

“Whatever you like, of course.”

Sir Alan gradually tightened his grip.

Carol cried out, a wordless appeal.

He released her and turned to the audience. 

‘And the rope work has left one of her best attributes fully available at the perfect height.’

Sir Alan turned her slightly and squeezed her buttocks then tapped them gently causing her to wobble in the air. 

‘Now I could happily do this all day but we have another demonstration to come so unfortunately I’ll have to let her go. In just a moment.’

He steadied her with his left hand on her left thigh and landed six hefty thwacks in quick succession on each of her cheeks.

Carol, unable to move or even squirm, bound as she was, gasped as the first blows landed, but made no other sound.

He rubbed them gently as he leaned in to her.

‘Well done my beautiful girl, you’ve done me proud. Now let’s get you down. Unless you’d prefer to hang around and watch? Mmm, perhaps that’s what we’ll do.’

Delilah, watching with fascination, realized they were done.  She had been mesmerized by the scene, but now her heartbeat sped up and she trembled.  

‘Graham? Over to you.’

MG stood, motioning Delilah to stay for a moment. 

‘Thank you Alan and Carol. A hard act to follow, but we’ll try anyway.’

Delilah felt frozen, was she really going to do this? Then she smiled.  She looked at Sir Alan and Carol; he was standing by Carol’s side.  It looked like he was talking softly to her and Carol’s face looked so content.

She watched Sir Graham, so comfortable in front of the audience, ready to showcase his skills on her.  Of course she was going to do this.  She wanted to.

‘There will be two parts to this demonstration. I’m going to start with a personal favourite – the flogger – and then… well, you’ll find out later; it wouldn’t be fair if Carol were the only one kept in suspense, would it?’

MG reached behind the bench for the cuffs.

‘Let’s begin with an introduction to my sub. Delilah, come and join me. It’s her first demonstration so let’s give her a warm welcome!’

Delilah stepped into center stage, blushing at the applause.

‘So, the flogger. Shall I flog your pretty dress, my dear?’

“Oh!”  She laughed nervously, “No, Sir, of course not.  But –  can you…“ she turned her back to him, “Unzip me please?”

‘Of course, my dear.’

MG unhooked then slowly unzipped the back of her dress.

‘There, all unzipped.’

“Thank you, Sir.”  Instead of pulling the dress off over her head, she slipped it off her shoulders and slowly lowered it until she could step out of it.  Carefully, she folded it and placed it on a table off to the side before returning to stand in front of Sir Graham.  

‘That’s better. Wait.’ 

Obediently, Delilah moved into position, acutely aware of the audience watching her.

‘Very beautiful and such lovely skin. Let’s see if we can put some pretty marks on it, shall we? Hold out your hands please.’

MG carefully fitted the cuffs to her wrists. 

‘Turn around and wait. Lift up a foot.’

With her hands behind her back, it was a bit of a trick balancing, but she was able to lift her foot without wobbling much.

He fitted cuffs to both her ankles and led her to the hoist where he attached her hands above her head. 

‘All ok, Delilah?’

Wearing only the pretty g-string with butterflies on the front, feeling exposed but proud that her Sir wanted her here, she nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

Fetching the spreader, he encouraged her legs apart and attached the cuffs.

‘Comfortable enough?’

“Um, I – yes, yes, Sir, comfortable as one can be like this,” she said, glancing down at her body, stretched open before him – and the audience.”

‘Good. Now then, Delilah is probably feeling very exposed now and, as you can see, with good reason. That’s exactly what we want when we use a flogger but it also means we have to be very careful to control where the tails go – some parts are extremely sensitive and should be avoided unless you have sufficient experience and, as with everything else, explicit consent.’

MG turned to Delilah and stroked her cheek.

‘Ready, my lovely girl?’

“Yes, Sir.”  

MG helped her turn her back to the room. 

‘I like to start with the back, preparing it like a canvas.’

He began drawing the flogger from side to side across her back with just enough force to keep the tails horizontal. Moving up and down he covered the exposed skin evenly, causing a barely perceptible change to its colour.

‘There, that’s better. All ok Delilah?’

“Mmmm, yes, Sir.”  With her back to the audience, and the sensation of the flogger, she was becoming very aroused, and enjoying the moment.  

MG paused and ran his fingers over Delilah’s back. 

‘Looking good. Let’s have a look at the versatility of this lovely flogger. It can be teasing…’

MG gently swished the tails left and right between her thighs then increased the force a little. 

‘… or stingy.’

That elicited a little gasp from Delilah.

‘We can also change the direction of the strokes.’

He flicked the tails downwards onto the backs of her thighs, alternating between left and right. 

And Delilah relaxed into the rhythm of the flogger…

‘A downward stroke avoids the risk of catching more sensitive areas. Unless, of course, that’s what you want…’

He directed a gentle upward stroke between her legs so the tails just made contact with the narrow, damp strip of her string. 

“Oh,” Delilah’s reaction was so quiet only Sir Graham could hear her this time.

‘But I digress. Downward strokes are also effective on the back, particularly now they are criss-crossing the sideways warmup strokes.’

Delilah would have squirmed now if she could have.  With her arms stretched over her head and the spreader bar securing her legs, she was wide open to the flogger, wherever Sir Graham chose to strike.

‘And those are easily transformed into my favourite figure eights.’

MG flicked his wrist before each downstroke to bring the tails diagonally across her back, adjusting his aim up and down. 

‘All ok my dear girl?’

“Yes, Sir.”

Reversing the direction of the figure eight MG allowed the tails to curl round her sides before drawing them up her back, always avoiding her untouched bottom. 

He stopped. 

‘That’s quite enough of that I think.’

With a sigh of relief, Delilah relaxed a little. The sting when the tails struck her sides was intense.  It seemed very odd that he had not touched her bottom.  It felt – well, she missed the sensation there – it felt neglected.

He walked to face Delilah. 

‘Well done lovely Delilah. Time to turn you round.’

MG helped her shuffle round to face the room.

‘Magnificent, don’t you think?’

He stroked her breasts and stomach with the back of his hand.

Delilah looked into the audience, but with the light shining on the stage, she could barely see the dimly lit watchers.  She was glad of that.  

Sir’s words and his touch warmed her.  She was so exposed, but somehow not ashamed.  Something else to think about later.

‘Almost perfect but could do with a little colour. So let’s put that right.’

That made her smile, and shake her head.  A little color… hmpf.  Easy for him to say!

Swishing side to side, he gently painted her stomach, hips and upper legs, the tips brushing over the butterfly and just catching her inner thighs. 

Caught in sensation, Delilah moaned softly.

‘Let’s change direction. All ok sweet girl?’

His words barely registered, but she nodded.  “Oh, yes, Sir.”

Catching the tails he flicked them down onto her belly then allowed them to fall to her knees, gradually moving from side to to side. 

“Mmmmm.”  Delilah savored the moments.

‘Now of course we must move on to my favourite figure eight.’

Adding a circular wrist movement he traced diagonals on her stomach and hips before changing direction, catching her hips and sides on the upstrokes, gradually moving up until the tails caught the underside of her breasts. 

Surprised at the sudden sting, Delilah whimpered.

‘Hmm. We have rather been neglecting these haven’t we?  Let’s give them some attention.’

Changing direction MG caught the top of her left breast on the first downward diagonal then continued to alternate between the two, one tail more often than not catching a nipple on the way past. The strokes were not hard but began nonetheless to bring some colour to her sensitive skin. 

Delilah absorbed the feelings, lost in pleasure, barely aware that Sir Graham was talking.

‘Normally I would finish off a session with the flogger with, surprisingly enough, a good flogging. There’s nothing quite like the swish and crack of the tails on a willing tail.’

MG stood beside Delilah and gently squeezed her pink bottom cheeks. 

‘But today we have other plans for this particular tail so we’ll stop here and move on. Good girl. Well done. Let’s release you now.’

Coming out of the trance of the flogger, Delilah was sorry this was ending.  She remembered that the cane was next, and trembled.

He bent to unclip her ankles and moved the bar to one side. Reaching up he released a wrist and lowered her arm. With an arm round her he released the other wrist and held her close. 

‘Well done indeed. All ok?’

“Yes, Sir,” she said, “For now.”

‘Good. Ready for the next bit?’

“I think so.”

‘Good. Wait.’

She took the position, it seemed natural now.  And her body responded with the tug of lust that sent a rush of desire radiating out from her core.

‘So now I’d like to demonstrate how I introduce a new implement. Obviously this requires prior discussion and consent which we’ve done already, hmm Delilah? Happy to continue?’

“Yes, Sir.”

‘When a new implement is involved the sub will usually be nervous so will need lots of care and attention before, during and after. The Dom may also be nervous about about changing the relationship or testing the sub’s limits – this is healthy and should be recognised and discussed if necessary by both parties.’

MG turned to Delilah.

‘So this will be Delilah’s first introduction to the cane, won’t it my dear? Shall we get you ready?’

“Of course,’ Delilah said, thinking that all of her yes, Sirs sounded a bit robotic.  For a second, she wished that she had cute or funny replies in mind, but that was forgotten in the next moment.

Moving toward the spanking bench, she glanced up – surprised to see Carol, still hanging suspended and bound.  For a moment, their eyes met, and Delilah felt a rush of warmth and affection for the other woman who was sharing this experience.  

Carol’s lips curved up and she gave Delilah a tiny, encouraging nod.  Delilah smiled back, feeling reassured.  

“I can do this,” she thought. 

MG helped her climb onto the spanking bench. 

‘Would you like me to attach you? Can you keep your hands and legs under control?’

“Oh, I don’t know!” she said.  “It depends.  Maybe better to attach me.”  She didn’t want to embarrass herself or earn extra punishment licks.

MG let her settle then attached the four cuffs in turn to the bench. He stroked her back and rubbed her bottom. 

‘So now you see why I’ve left her bottom untouched so far. So she can experience the sensations on a fresh canvas, so to speak.’

He picked up the cane and showed it to the audience before putting it in Delilah’s hands. 

‘Hold that for me please. I’ve chosen a very light straight cane, it is an introduction after all, with a handle to ensure maximum control.’

He returned to rubbing Delilah’s bottom. 

My job is to make the introduction in such a way as to ensure she will be surprised – so pleasantly surprised at how bearable it is that she will want to try it a bit harder. So let’s start shall we?’

He took the cane and stroked Delilah’s hair as he looked into her eyes. 

‘Ready?’

“Yes, Sir,” thinking of how much she trusted him, and how surprisingly aroused she was.

‘Good. You’ll be fine, I promise.’

He rested the cane on her bottom and moved it gently over her skin. 

‘There. First ever contact.  How’s that?’

“Mmmm, that’s very pleasant, Sir!”

‘Good. So let’s add a tiny sting now.’

MG began tapping the cane slowly and lightly on her bottom.

‘How would you describe that now?’

“Mmm, still nice, Sir.”

‘Oh I see. A little more sensation is required I think.’

The tapping was now rapid and a little harder. 

‘And how’s that now?’

“Good,”

MG stopped tapping.

‘That’s better. I think we may start with a trial stroke. Ready Delilah?’

“Yes, Sir, I think so.”

He placed the cane on her slightly reddened bottom. 

‘After each stroke you will tell me whether the next should be harder, understood?’

“Yes, Sir.”  

He raised the cane a little and brought it down across both cheeks with a sharp tap, lifting it off immediately. 

Delilah gasped at the sharp sting, but the pain receded quickly, and she said, “Harder, please, Sir.”

‘And there we are. Delilah’s first ever stroke of the cane on her bottom and she already wants more. Good girl. Harder then. Here it comes.’

Delilah closed her eyes and tried to relax.  She had learned that the tenser she was, the more she resisted, the more spankings hurt.

MG lifted the cane a little higher this time and, with a little flick of the wrist, brought it down squarely across her bottom. 

“Oh!” she cried out.  But once the waves of pain receded, she heard herself say, “Harder, please, Sir.”

‘Good. Well done.  Here we go.’

The cane tapped twice on her bottom before rising a little higher than before. Still a long way from a punishment stroke, the extra height and a more pronounced flick of the wrist caused the cane to land with a distinct crack, sending ripples across her cheeks. A white line appeared briefly before changing to a contrasting light red stripe either side of her cleft. 

Her head jerked up, and Delilah bit her lip hard as the stroke landed.  But, as the sensation eased, “Harder, Sir, please,” she said.

MG squeezed each cheek gently. 

‘Well done. You’re doing very well, sweet girl.’

She smiled, basking in the praise.

He measured the cane across her bottom, the tip touching her cheek just past the crack. He tapped once and rested it for a moment before raising it and cocking his wrist fully  up. This time he brought it down an inch lower and with more force, aided by a determined flick of his wrist. He nodded approvingly at the sharp report and the effect on her cheeks, the line remaining white a little longer before fading to red. 

Delilah cried out as the pain registered.  She paused, waiting for her breathing to calm.

“Harder, please, Sir?” a bit more uncertainly this time.

‘Very good my sweet girl, very good. But now we’ll see who is actually in charge here. I’ve asked Delilah to tell me whether she wants it harder and so she has; but it has always been and will always be my decision. And so I think that one was quite hard enough for an introduction, don’t you my dear?’

Surprised, Delilah hesitated.  She wasn’t sure she wanted it harder, but she hadn’t expected him to stop either.  She had been prepared for him to continue and now she was – omg, she couldn’t be disappointed, could she?  

At last, “If you think so, Sir,” she said, sounding just a little uncertain.  

Then, more firmly, “It really is up to you.”

‘It is indeed. Good girl. So we’ll call that number one, shall we? Five more to go.  Are you ready?’

“Oh!  Yes, Sir!”  Any disappointment disappeared.  Five more was good – she could do that.

MG delivered the second stroke just below the first and allowed the stripe to develop. 

She felt the pain – and accepted. 

‘All ok Delilah?’

“Yes, Sir,” but she was barely aware that she responded, her body relaxing, even though she knew the next stroke was coming.

The next stroke cracked down just below the second. MG admired the ripples and the developing stripe then squeezed each cheek gently. 

Delilah sighed, his hand soothed as the sting faded.

‘Half way now. Ready?’

“Yes, Sir.”

He tapped the cane slowly three times on her bottom, checking his alignment. Raising it as before he landed the fourth just below the third followed immediately by the fifth a little lower. He left the cane in place for a few seconds before lifting it and watching the two new stripes as they formed. 

“Ohhhh!” Delilah could feel the welts rising, but quickly settled again.  She couldn’t remember if he was finished now or if there were more coming.

‘You’ve done very well Delilah. Last one now. Traditionally the last one would be the hardest but today sweet girl you may choose. The same? Or harder?’

One more – both glad and disappointed – her voice trembled, “Harder, Sir.”

MG slapped each of Delilah’s buttocks sharply with his hand.  

‘Ask nicely please.’

Shocked – both by the smacks and the command- she hesitated a moment.  “May I have another one, harder, please Sir”

‘Much better. Harder it will be. Relax now.’

He tapped the cane half a dozen times on her bottom until he saw the last of the tension release. The cane descended with a slight swish before landing hard across both cheeks, causing first a marked depression and outward propagating ripples then a white line that held its colour for a while before yielding to the redness of its neighbours. 

She cried out, her head jerked up, then down again as she absorbed the stroke.

MG rested his hand briefly and lightly on each cheek then stroked small circles on Delilah’s back. 

‘All done now. Well done, I’m proud of you. Good girl.’

She arched her back in pleasure, and sighed contentedly.

He placed the cane on the ground and gently rubbed some arnica gel into her bottom as he spoke. 

‘And there we have it. An introduction to a new implement, allowing the sub to dictate the pace. Well most of the time at least! Now then, shall we get you up?’

She felt a bit shaky, but with Sir Graham’s help, she was able to slide off the spanking bench.  She turned to the front of the stage.  She had kept her eyes closed, or watched Carol, who seemed happy to be suspended still by the ropes.  Delilah was shocked to see the crowd that had been watching.  

‘Delilah everybody. A round of applause I think. And let’s not forget Carol who has been waiting very patiently.’

A bit overwhelmed by the applause, Delilah moved close to Sir Graham.  Realizing again how exposed she was in only her string, aware of the lingering sensations on her bottom, she wanted to curl into him, as if he could hide her.

But looking at his face and how pleased he was, she resisted.  Instead, she stood more proudly, only a blush hinting at her discomfort.

MG noticed her demeanour, took her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. There was a twinkle in his eye.

‘A little colour in all your cheeks I see. Now let’s get some clothes on you. And I think Sir Alan might be ready to release Carol now.’ 

Delilah had wrapped her arms around him, appreciating his support.  She giggled at the idea of color in all her cheeks, and stepped back, wondering where she’d left her dress.

‘Thank you Graham. It’s probably about time. What do you think, Carol?’

Carol smiled.  “If you say so, Sir.”

He deftly released her wrists and legs, gently helping her lower them to the ground and supporting her as she found her balance and stood.

‘All ok? Not wobbly?’

“A little wobbly, of course.  But mostly ok, Sir.”

‘Good. Well done.’

Sir Alan removed the up-line then methodically released her breast bonds. He rubbed gently on the indentations of the ropes then began to untie the harness, letting it fall gradually to the floor. He rubbed the marks around her waist and thighs and took her in his arms before presenting her to the audience. 

‘The lovely Carol, another round of applause I think!’

The audience complied enthusiastically as Sir Alan turned back to Carol. 

‘Go and find your dress while I get these ropes out of the way. Then we can sit and gather ourselves.’

***************

The four of them sat in the café, Delilah wore her jacket while Carol had Sir Alan’s round her shoulders. Carol held her hand as they chatted.

It seemed surreal to Delilah, that she had just been flogged and caned in front of an audience and was now sitting casually in a cafe as if this were perfectly usual.  She felt a bit overwhelmed with the experience.  She was glad Carol was holding her hand; it helped her feel anchored in the moment.

Carol was talking about how much she enjoyed rope and Delilah was half listening.  

“But – isn’t it strange that we do this?  It’s – I don’t know. I don’t understand it.  I can’t think about it right now, but it’s confusing.”

Carol nodded.  “I forget how new you are to the lifestyle,” she said.  “And you must be still buzzing right now.  Don’t worry about talking – or even thinking – right now.  When you get home, you might want to wrap yourself in a blanket and just pamper yourself a little bit before you start trying to figure it out.”

Delilah nodded. “I’ll do that.”

MG took Delilah’s other hand in both of his. 

‘You will not be pampering yourself when we get home. That, young lady, is my job. And yes, it is strange. Perfectly, normally strange. Perfectly, normally kinky – this thing that we do.’