An immediate smile formed on Gordon's face.  It had a look that Gyneth imagined a
real lion would have as it played with its prey. 
          He growled, “Count on it, Mrs. Stonefire.”
          “Then let's go back and send me through the gauntlet again...and again
until I beg for your mercy.”
          “My, for a lowly Òrachan cunt you are proving to be a capricious woman. 
We both know I would be the one forced to end the skinning of your beautiful hide.”
          “The wildness comes from within…a nature that I have nourished for many years. 
It feeds a need for blending my rebellious side with the delights and perils of erotic
submission.”
          “Oh really,” Gordon returned, releasing her breast to trace a hard nipple with
a finger tip. “There is this thing between us called absolute obedience.”
          “As an Òrachan cunt...as your property, my obedience is a given…to a
point,” Gyneth countered, knowing their exchange was equally playful and risky. “At times
you will have to force me to your will more than you may be used to with the rest of your
pride.”
          Gordon shook his head in what Gyneth took as mirthful disbelief. She watched
him reach up to capture a swirling lock of her dark red hair. 
          Running it through his fingers, he said, “Then expect me to extract appropriate
penance for such expressions of originality.”
          “That should prove interesting,” Gyneth returned, pushing explosive male
buttons, the playfully combative spirit of Astridd prodding her on.  
          “You are exciting me,” Gordon said his eyes narrowing.
          Her pulse increasing, Gyneth grasped his swollen penis through the red
patterned kilt.  She thrilled to its return pulse of equal need and replied, “My primary
purpose in life.”
          “I am fantasizing about having you slowly broken over and over again,” he said,
his eyes continuing to flash with dangerous desires. “Among many options we can explore in
the weeks, months and years to come.”
          “As my Lord wishes,” Gyneth responded with another Òrachan creed, “it
will be so within all his property's powers of submission and her flesh's
resiliency.”
         “Together, we will make it so,” Gordon agreed. “For now, I think we both need to
regain our perspectives.  A little discipline should help, don't you think?”
          “Always,” Gyneth answered. 
          “Good,” he said, his voice clear with purpose. “A common spanking should do for
a starter.”
          “Oh my,” Gyneth responded, a smile playing across her lips.  “A spanking is
more of a sex thing than a punishment, unless you do it right.”
          “Well why don't we move to the center seat,” Gordon growled, “so as to
give me full access to your beautiful ass, and then we both will find out if I can do you
right.”
          “Oh yes Master,” Gyneth returned with amused arousal.  Following him to the
lengthwise seat, she lay across his lap and continued with, “I do hope my bottom proves
satisfactory for discipline.”
          “In that, there is no doubt….”