A Tale of Two Choices
"That's it, long firm strokes, all the way down my back," purred Brenda. "One hundred times, and slowly."
Brenda's hair was lank and knotted. She seemed to enjoy the pain every time Dorothea hit a knot. Noah looked on lovingly at his sister.
"I thought you were going to punish me?" Dorothea asked tentatively.
"Well, that all depends on whether you act in accordance with our demands," replied Noah. "There is a letter upstairs on Brenda's table. I want you to bring it down to us without reading it."
Brenda's hair was lank and knotted. She seemed to enjoy the pain every time Dorothea hit a knot. Noah looked on lovingly at his sister.
"I thought you were going to punish me?" Dorothea asked tentatively.
"Well, that all depends on whether you act in accordance with our demands," replied Noah. "There is a letter upstairs on Brenda's table. I want you to bring it down to us without reading it."