“Do you think we have two lives?” Asked the outspoken, calculating, confident barrister. Her eyes looked at the painting on the bedroom wall. A field of poppies. A sensuous yet tranquil feeling permeated her body.

Her breathing calm, her bottom raised, her soul – waiting. Anticipating.

The wooden cane slipped between Melissa’s puffy lips, coating it, teasing her before it was raised.  She had such a perfect bottom. The movement was swift.

The scream, echoing between the four walls, the pain, shocking, the heat, exciting. Melissa’s breath left her wanting.

“You, of all people have to ask that?” She replied.