Not even routine punishments, although I need to speak with Raoul about stopping those as well.”“You don’t need to worry about that one sir,” ...Aaron replied with a laugh. “That was his first change as soon as he found out he was in charge. None of the ponies are getting swats unless they earn them now. He was a very good choice for your new stable master, as he really does care about the pony’s welfare.”“That’s what I heard, and the reason he got the job. I’ll leave you to spend time with Debbie. The rest of his morning rituals was a blur as Tom scrambled around his apartment, skipping some steps to save some time, but making mistakes and taking longer instead. Finally, he was in his car and ready to go.Tom turned his key, and the engine gave a little whine, but did not turn over. Tom tried again, and the engine whined a little harder, but still failed. Tom sighed. Did he forget to switch off his headlights last night? Figuring that there was no way he could make it to class in time, he. The look of pure lechery on his face did my heart good.With no notice of my intentions, I stood and said, "Stay." I returned a moment later with the wide leather dog collar and leash. I affixed it around mother's neck and, without saying a word, pulled on the leash as she crawled on all fours to Fred's side.I handed the leash to him and said, "Take my slave up to her room and fuck her brains out. Do what ever you want with her, Fred. She has been ordered to keep whatever you do with her to. Southern biscuits are made with buttermilk and milk gravy is made with bacon grease and milk with a healthy amount of black pepper. Those items are not well known outside the south nor considered haute cuisine. They are just good food.”Marie said, “Your Grace, good food is always haute cuisine.” We smiled at each other.I said, ‘Please, call me Jar. It’s my nickname based upon my initials. Jam is beside me. He’s my fiance and that’s his nickname based upon his initials. We’re just people.”Marie.