Mistress Saint Lawrence and I have been waiting for Our chariots to arrive, and when they do I am amazed how stupidly the chattels behave in helping us mount Our royal bottoms onto the leather seats. As we head off into the field, the remaining boys follow crawling naked on all fours. Our caravan stops just beyond the bridge, and We notice how poorly the chattels have done in maintaining the grounds. Someone must be punished for all this poor performance. And even though We have Our whips with Us, why not use the gifts of nature in the form of fresh, stinging nettles to punish the transgres... Show more