The Pipe
"The pipe. On the floor. Get it." "Yes, sir." "Good girl." He continued to lounge regally in bed as I scrambled like the girl I was to retrieve for him. With the thin leather collar around my neck, I felt like some sort of spaniel. "Have you done the reading for tomorrow's class?" he asked, carefully lighting the wooden hole and then puffing quickly to keep the spark. "Most of it, sir." I crawled slowly onto the foot of the bed as to not disturb him. "Well my girl, it looks like a late night...
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