My Berlin SummerChapter 5 Training
The trainer barked out a short, authoritative command in a language I did not understand. I looked at him in shock, not understanding what was required of me. I was standing before him, naked. In his left hand was one end of a six-foot, light chain leash. The other end was attached to a choke collar around my neck. In his right hand was a long, flexible switch. Suddenly the switch flashed across my back and a sharp downward tug on the leash pulled me down to my knees. I cried out in pain....