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“I think you deserve a reward, for all the discomfort I put you through.”
She looked up at him in amazement and wondered excitedly what he meant. 
“Yes, a reward.” she softly parroted as if in a daze.  “What does my Master have in
mind?” 
He shot her a sizzling look. 
“You’ll soon find out.” 
Curiously, she watched him stroll over to the stuffed chair by the fireplace and bring
back a small pillow. 
“What’s that for?”
“Bend over the table with this beneath your hips,” he replied sternly, “and you’ll find
out what it’s for.”  
Suddenly another tingling went up the back of her spine. This was going to be different.
She could feel it!
“Why?”
“Why?  Because you’re about to be my little canapé, that’s why.” He placed his
finger under her chin to look acutely into her eyes. “But you have to promise me that the
lights won’t go out.” 
“I won’t faint, no matter what you do to me, Jack.”  She answered then gulped in some
air.
“Did I hear right, no matter what I do to you?”
“Jack what’s going on in that devilish mind of yours?”
He grinned like a Cheshire cat then stopped to stick out the tip of his tongue. 
“You need another good tongue lashing, Christine.”
Jack saw Christine’s hand migrate down towards the front of her skirt. “No, baby…not
there.”
His words hinted at something so outlandishly iniquitous that it prompted her cheeks to
burn with embarrassment.
“Jack? You’re not going to….?” 
“Oh yes I am, baby, I most definitely am.”