A detailed account of the night when she finally gave in and let him take total control of her-and how much she liked it.

Excerpt:

The first time I put a leash around her neck, she fought me. At least, she pretended to fight me. Being a good master, I didn’t put up with it for a second. I gave her swat and she calmed down. It was amusing how hard she fought because I knew she enjoyed it. Every time I raised my hand, she would arch her back so I could hit her squarely and soundly with each blow.

She didn’t shy away or try to wiggle out of my grasp. Instead, she planted herself over my lap and stayed until her punishment was done. She enjoyed it. It was obvious that I needed to find another way to discipline her.

It was going to be a hard night for her and a fun night for me.