“Are you nervous?” Olivia asked. “It sounds like you are nervous.” “Yes,” Aaron admitted. “Hmmm,” she purred, pleased by his reaction. “Spread your legs a bit farther apart.” She pressed the tip of the riding crop against his inner thigh and held it there. “Are you nervous now?” He swallowed hard. “Y-yes,” he stammered. She laughed, and with a satisfied smile on her face, she slid the riding crop slowly upward. “Now, I believe that I told you that I was going to whip you. Do you recall that?” “Yes, I do.” “Right. I assume that when you thought about it, you pictured it in your mind. You imagined it.” “Yes, I did.” “And so for the past couple of days, it has been in your mind.” “Yes,” he replied, his fear becoming more apparent with every passing moment. “And when you were getting ready to come here this evening? When you were taking a shower, shaving, strapping on the harness, getting dressed, you were thinking about it, weren’t you? You were anticipating it.” “Yes,” he replied. “Good. I find anticipation to be quite ... delicious. And I so love the thought of your making yourself as attractive as possible and coming here just so that you might present yourself to me to be whipped. Olivia is going to enjoy having her way with Aaron, a man who wandered into her life unsuspecting and unprepared. She begins by giving him a cute nickname, “dickboy,” which is just the beginning of her process of remaking his entire identity. By the time she is done, he will fully appreciate her authority to do with him as she pleases.