But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience... was always a choice, he told her often. A choice she was free to make, knowing the consequences of her actions. A whipping was hers for the asking.She had cried the first time he told her that, as he held the whip in his hands and waited for her to undress. She couldn't deny that he had warned her, that she had agreed to be punished if she were. When Beverly asked him about it, he replied, “I have a teenage son and he is home. I try not to bring my dates home. He is at that awkward stage.”Beverly asked, “How old is he?”He answered, “Eighteen. He’s a senior in high school. I think he will be a virgin forever. He has a few issues. He is very tall at six feet four inches, skinny weighing about a hundred pounds, and he is extremely nervous around all girls, young and old alike. Most times he can not even speak to them.”Beverly went into. ’ ‘You too,’ I said quietly, still astonished by the vision in front of me, a marvel I never thought I’d see again. She crossed an arm to hitch the bag strap further onto her shoulder and smiled again. ‘Are you planning on standing here all day?’ ‘What? Oh no, sorry,’ I blustered. ‘Do you want to go inside or sit out the back by the river?’ ‘Let’s find a little nook inside shall we? I don’t think there’s many here,’ she said, glancing around the car park. ‘Okay,’ I said and turned to walk. Her skirt went next, chilly metal wedging between it and her hip for a split second before the woman tore it apart.Emilee used the knife to flip the twin flaps of fabric, inadequately protecting Renee's chest and hips, aside."And not a mark on you." She clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "Well, we can fix that."Renee felt a sting as the point ran along her stomach, and the warm trickle of blood. Her mind was screaming, now, to get away, that she was in more danger here than she had ever been.