“You are picture-perfect Minx. Have I told you that?” Radagast looked satisfied.
“No sir.” Isobel hesitated.
“Do you know what a horsewhip is Minx?” Radagast smiled.
“Yes sir.” Isobel could hear the leather creaking in his hands.
“Would you like to try it? It doesn’t hit such a big area as a slap would, but it does sting a little.” Radagast hoped she would say yes.
“Uhm, okay.” Isobel wasn’t sure if she liked where this was going, but she was willing to give it a try.
“Do I have your permission to horsewhip you, Minx?” Radagast checked again.
“Yes sir.” A trickle of wetness ran down her leg as all sorts of thoughts pushed through her mind. It sounded damn scary, but she was in another world at that moment. She heard soft music turned on and another drawer opened. Did he have his stu
