Daphne

(5) Butterflies

An hour later Leo returned, followed by more than a dozen people. Most walked past Daphne as if she wasn't even there, but a few walked up to her. They visually inspected the naked body and crudely commented on 'tonight's vagina,' critiqued the size of 'the cow's udders,' and the amount of shiny lubricant that painted her inner thighs. Daphne was acutely embarrassed as her examiners gleefully commented on the fresh wave of 'readiness' she'd just emitted. "Don't worry, guys," one said, "Leo will find a way to plug that leak!" They left, laughing.

Daphne was on the verge of tears. She'd never been physically scrutinized so crudely before. Those people walked up to her and inspected 'tonight's vagina' as if they were 4-H judges determining whether the sow was ready to be bred. Daphne started shaking uncontrollably out of nervousness.

Momentarily Leo arrived and Daphne's condition was unmistakable.

"S-sorry... I.. I don't th-think I c-can do this..."

He took one look at her and knew what to do. He removed the chain from her back, freeing her arms, then unclipped the leash from her collar. Standing behind her, he massaged Daphne's shoulders.

"Take slow, deep breaths," he said as he started on the sides of her neck.

After a few minutes she started to calm down.

She took another breath. She was still spasming a bit, but she felt better. "I feel so stupid!" She looked apologetic. "I actually want to do this, but..." she said, shaking.

"Lots of girls get nervous like this their first time," he reassured her. "It's OK."

After another minute Leo asked Daphne if she felt well enough to continue.

She nodded meekly.

He led her to the door. Before opening, he noticed Daphne shaking again. Her trembling arms were crossed – not over her breasts, but over her quivering tummy, as if she was sick. Her knees were knocking together. Extreme measures were called for.

Leo stepped to one side and grabbed something off the wall.

Whoosh!

<SMACK!>

"YEOWWW!"

A pink square slowly surfaced on Daphne's left butt-cheek where the rider's crop had landed.

"What the fuck was that? I thought you said you don't force anyone to do anything? What are you going to do – whip me until I humiliate myself for you?"

Leo looked Daphne over and threw the crop over to his desk, nodding almost to himself, "Good."

"And what's so great?" Daphne demanded, angrily.

"You are. Hold up your hand... like this..." He held up his hand, flat, palm down, fingers spread.

"Why? Gonna swat me again if I don't?"

"No, just humor me. I want to show you something."

Daphne complied, still furious.

"Great. Now look at it, look at your hand."

She did. "OK. So what?"

"It's not shaking, is it?"

She looked at her hand anew, then back at Leo, and grinned herself.

"Daphne, you were about to completely lose it, so I distracted you. Daphne, it's all in your mind. If you really want to do this, you've got to keep yourself together for just a couple more minutes. After that you'll be distracted again – and much more pleasantly...