"Thank you, for the gift."

That's what He said. Such a simple phrase, and yet... oh how those words ring in my ears.

Perhaps I should explain, you see, when I got paid this month, I asked Master what I should get, if there was anything lacking in my toy box. We had spoken previously, about what I had, what I liked, what I might be open to getting, and that was when I let slip that I had a tiny little (Read: HUGE) kink about riding crops.

See, when I was in high school, I got cast in a play, as a student under School Master Ichabod Crane. (Sleepy Hollow.) And yes, I can hear it now, the countless voices crying out about those lovely little catholic schoolgirl outfits and the like. Here's the kicker. I was cast as a BOY. Not only that, I was cast as the ONLY student who wound up receiving corporal punishment. The object used? A riding crop. And I'm not talking one of those fun ones from some kink store, since we were about 15 or so at the time, it was a REAL one. Someone brought it in from home, they had it on hand because they raised horses.

Here's where it gets fun. My high school crush, who was very much a Dom in the making, was cast as the SchoolMaster.

Oh and the entire community was there for this play. I lived in a VERY small town at the time. Can we say, exhibitionism?

So... when Master found out about this little kink of mine, and the story that went behind it? He of course wanted to get a crop.

It arrived today, along with a lovely new ball-gag, and a kick-ass awesome leather blindfold. He disregarded both of those, and went straight for the crop of course.

All afternoon, he's been teasing me with it, trying to wring a squeal or a moan from me, that would give me away to some of the other people living with U/us.

When He'd finally had enough? He turned to me, smiled that beautiful heart-wrenching smile of His and said:

"Thank you, for the gift."