PART THREE h – The Deal

  "Enjoy… naughty movie might. Here's a proud dad, operating a video camera, and he bought a zoom lens just to get the closeups. Have fun. Feel free to kneel at my feet, and kiss them in between the videos."

  I pressed py after swiping up the first one.

  "My first show."

  He watched, in rapture. Mouth hanging open. Practically drooling. When the video was over, I told him he could give kisses now. He did. He wouldn't stop. We both had a buzz settled in now, and he was… I don't know. Beside himself. Kisses and licks and begging and thanking.

  "Uh huh. Next…"

  This went on through a series of little movies. That had been cut from the longer one of every show my dad taped of his little performing monkey.

  Between every short movie, I didn't have to ask. He gave kisses, and licks, and practically humped my leg. I smiled and acted bored, and made him sit. When it was all over? The st one was a full performance, no editing. My st show. I was about as good as the other girls. Then? I expined I went away to college. It was easy to see, it was me.

  "No one knew, we had stage names. I was embarrassed. Remember, I had my compulsions, this did nothing to stop it. Quite the reverse. Way more fun than picking sheep shit out of fur, and I got full credit for the program. When I told you I had a hookup on the hay pile one night? My little cowboy wanted his butt smacked with a belt? And he wouldn't say uncle. Maybe… this makes it make just a teeny bit more sense why he would come right out and ask me. Hmm?"

  "Oh yeah. Makes it way more easy to picture now."

  "Right. So… questions time. Does… Vaquera have any, oh I don't know. Fans?"

  Kisses and licks, again about humping my leg. I smiled and kept pushing him down.

  "See why you're handcuffed?"

  "Yes. I could just…"

  "Uh huh. Have any questions? For meeting Vaquera. Fantasy Mexican cowgirl performer."

  "Oh my god. You… can handle a bullwhip. Professionally?"

  "Did we watch the same videos? Dumb question. Next?"

  "Do… you still have that… outfit?"

  He was begging. Alternating between kisses and licks, and praying hands kneeling, pleading.

  "No. Property of the owner of the show. Very expensive adjustable leather outfit. Truly, one of a kind. I do still have the boots, though. Those over the knee, ce up things. I was so tall, I had to wear the low heels, The other girls had to wear high heels for theirs."

  "Do the boots… fit?"

  "Yes. Don't have them with me. I go home and grab those boots out of storage? Daddy will raise his eyebrows at me. And when you suddenly show up on my arm at the next holiday dinner… well… take it from there. Little girl. Former professional bullwhip show. New boy. Comes to get the boots. Daddy? 6'6"… You? Can grab a guy like that by the head, and whip him around. Can you even see, where the holiday dinner, will get off to a quite rousing start? But yes. I will eventually get the boots out of storage, when they're on vacation… you can see me in my boots and my spurs. Got the hat, too. Now. In the basement, I'll have my boots and my spurs, and the hat. That enough of the outfit? I might be wearing nothing else."

  "I will… please please please."

  "Okay, okay… it will happen? When it happens. Next question."

  "Well, do you still have the…"

  I stood up. Used the voice suddenly. He blushed, bad.

  "Hand me the bottle. Fill up the gsses. Both. You? Get one too. Move. Don't talk, just do it."

  He handed me mine, and had his. I grabbed the bag, and stuck my hand in. I sipped my brandy and let the empty bag fall, and out came my wicked looking bullwhip.

  "This? Is not the one I pyed at home with. This… is the real deal. Its a custom handmade. Heavy pited full grain bullwhip. The long one, this is not the shit you see in the naughty bookstores, the bullshit on the internet. Those are thin leather, short. Not weighted, not banced, short as shit. This? Is the real fucking deal. It has lead shot, woven into the leather… its not braiding, they call it piting. To you? Its special braiding. The length, the weight, the bance, the power. Its unreal."

  I sipped my drink, smiling quite sciviously.

  "Next question? Vaquera is taking requests."

  "Can… I see you… use it?"

  "Go get the empty pop cans out of the little garbage can under the sink. About all that's in there. Bring them out."

  "Now. You. Down into the main basement. I need some room to show you this thing. We can't go outside. Next trip to the woods? Yeah, I'll put on a show for you. Basement. Move."

  He about sailed and flew down the steps. I topped my drink up, and took me and my custom bullwhip all coiled up down the steps slowly. I was still naked, carrying a gss of cheap apricot brandy in one hand, my whip in the other.

  "You. Set up the cans. Along that wall. Space them out. Then? Come back here behind me. This thing? Is more dangerous than you could imagine. I could destroy the TV set. I could break a car window. You could lose an eye, that's no exaggeration. It can shred an eyeball out of the head. It happens."

  "I love you so much right now, you have no idea."

  "You love Vaquera."

  "Anything you say right now. Anything."

  "I'm short on room. But just enough. There are three basic moves. The first? I y it on from the side, or any other direction. Watch a slow one. The can on the right? Back over, behind that pole. I need swing…"

  He retreated and peeked around the pole like a little kid, smiling.

  I swung it around a little, and the end came into the side of the can, and sent it flying. Can was crumpled, and it was a light hit. I was barely moving the thing.

  "That? Is about the gentlest, ying on the side possible. With open room? Like… out in the woods? I can show you full power. Second move. The wraparound. Move away from that pole, over there…"

  I directed him pointing with the whip and he moved quick. I smiled. I came around once, way more power, and it wrapped up around the pole. It began unwrapping, then I retracted.

  Get that paint can. Put it there. Back off… I will move it to there. Right to the pole, my target. I wrapped it around the paint can, and it instantly slid and stopped next to the pole, where I called it. It unwrapped and I retracted.

  "Now the st move, the dramatic one everyone thinks of. The sh."

  I snapped it once. Out front. Hard, fast. The resounding loud noise sounded like a gun going off. I'm used to it from way back, always makes the new ones jump. He jumped. I smiled. Then I set off a series of several cracks out in front, one after another. I was still holding my drink. He stared open mouthed, seeing my arm coming out artfully. My foot pnted, other back, one arm back some, leaning, the works.

  "Wow… what's more than in love? That's me right now."

  "Cans."

  I rattled off every can, and they went flying. I hit them all. Several were cut in two, most were unraveled, like they had blown up. Little pieces of stray aluminum crinkled and came to rest. I bowed.

  He came up to me and knelt, and I put my feet together for kisses and licks. Hands up my legs. Tongue coming up from my ankles to my thighs and all over. Looking up at me with those doe eyes. I expected this. I smiled, shrugged, took a big drink and finished the gss off.

  "Oh. You worship Vaquera now, huh? Lucky me. Oh. Let me guess. You're imagining, what? Don't ask."

  "Just one? Come on."

  "Honey? Let me expin. Me and the girls, we were curious. There was a dead deer at a fairgrounds, they hauled it off out back and dumped it. We get there and set up and practice before the pce is open to the public. We were curious. In the old movies? People get bull-whipped to death. We called bullshit. Now. A freshly dead deer? We wanted to see. Morbid, but… what could it do."

  "And?"

  "It rips the flesh open. Deep, like a knife. Shreds meat, pieces hang off of the gouge it makes. When you get one on the ribs? It skins an area, and you see the ribs, and the lungs underneath. You get one between the ribs? It simply rips the lungs right open, like a sword cut. Yeah. I can kill someone with this. Its that deadly. We about shit ourselves."

  "Wow… more in love with you, every passing second."

  "Next guess. Did I ever use it on a human being. Yes."

  "And…"

  "Me and the girls. We have a travel trailer, makeup station, the works. We get there early, and leave after the pce packs up. Parties, for all the workers and people showing. As you can imagine. Bonfires, beer. Shenanigans. Guy I was with. Actually? The one I mentioned. The one that begged for the belt? And refused to say uncle, I had to quit on my own? Him. He's following me around like a puppy dog. Maybe you know the type. Anyways… fire. Beer. After midnight. Some girl starts with her yap. Next thing I know. That guy, I guess my… boyfriend for the stay? Whatever. My hookup. Him and this guy are into it. Big asshole guy, my guy is decent sized, but this is a goril farm boy. Trying to be the king asshole. My guy's getting hurt."

  "I ran over and jumped on this ape, and I get backhanded off, and knocked down. I got a split lip. I am fucking pissed. I ain't no girly girl, I said fuck this shit… had this thing with me, someone wanted to see us girls py for them. We were hitting beer cans for the crowd. They explode bigger than the 22 shooting them. Yeah. I snapped it a couple times, and he didn't quit. I got him once? Opened his arm up. Blood everywhere. He thought he was gonna come after me, uh uh. I opened up on him, and I bloodied his ass. I had him in a ball, screaming and covering up, and people are scared to get near to get me, like I got a gun and I'm shooting."

  "We're beyond love now, we're moving into worship…"

  "And no, I can't really use it on you. I know that's where this is going."

  "Just once?"

  "Do you have any idea, what a bloody welt will look like? I'm talking one shot on your ass, one good crack. Not even a particurly hard one, mind you. About the lightest that will still make the crack? Once. The lightest crack. You… will scream and cower. Just one. We're not talking scary ride. We're talking actual fear. Screaming. Crying. Instant, just one, the lightest possible. The mark? Will be teardrop shaped, big irony there. It will be dripping blood. Still want one?"

  "Mm."

  "Don't."

  "Just one?"

  "I need your ass in one piece, literally by the way… for over the knee. This? Will fuck that up. It will fuck you up."

  "Don't hit my ass then?"

  "Then where do you want it. You tell me."

  "There has to be some…"

  "Give me your hands."

  I unlocked one wrist, and re-cuffed him around the pole.

  "Hold the pole. And you better stay still. I'll just y it on your back. Gentle, like the first can. You can feel the lightest coming in from the side. Ready? I'll give you a couple love taps. Hold the pole. Stand up straight. Don't move."

  I id an easy one that just tapped his back. I got dancing, whining, tears.

  I went into mode, and grabbed his drink, and approached him and smiled. Pointed at the pole. At the handcuffs.

  "Showtime. Sorry? Is now. Correct me again."

  I backed off and did it again, another side ying. Trying to get away. Crying.

  "Stand up. I'll tell you when we're done."

  I got pleading and begging now.

  "First, you're begging and pleading for some. Now? Uh uh. Stand still. This is gonna be something…"

  I gave him three in a row, harder, though not nearly anything resembling full power. The first hit, I instantly retracted into the second one faster, and retracted back into the even faster yet third one. Screaming, crying, kneeling, begging and pleading. I coiled up and walked up. Smiling.

  "Sorry time."

  I walked back, and did five like that, each a hair faster and harder, and he ended up on the ground, sobbing.

  "Get up. Or I'll do you down there. You won't like it. Stand up. We're almost done, it doesn't take long. You need a couple shes."

  I coaxed him up with the whip touching him

  "Up… up… up up up… that's it. Stay. You move? You get more. Test me."

  I went to straight on from behind. I flicked out and nded a decent sh of the lightest possible to still get the crack, on his left thigh. Instant blood red teardrop. Dancing and screaming.

  "One more."

  I made the noises around him, terrifying him, then nded a better one on his right thigh. Epic noise and tears.

  I unlocked his hands, then re-did them and double locked it again.

  "Upstairs. Go."

  He trotted up the stairs, and I shut the lights off as I came up. He was on the couch, crying. I stood there, holding it coiled up.

  "Knock the whiny shit off. Now. When I say that I'll give you something to scream for? As you can see, I really mean it this time. Better get that annoying whiny shit under control. Quick. Not telling you a third time…"

  I stood over him crying on the couch. Sobbing. Trying to stop, and stopping just made it come up and out in bursts. I smiled, I ran the coiled up bullwhip over him lightly.

  "Think telling me to get drunk was a good idea now? Hmm? I warned you, I knew what demonstration was coming. I knew you'd dare me. You had to get me loosened up with some more brandy. Congratutions. Want some more? Just ask."

  I got begging and pleading.

  "Stand up and turn around. Shut the fuck up! I wanna show you a picture of the marks, that's all…"

  I showed him a picture of his back. It got screen-cast on the TV, and I pointed smiling. It was something worthy of an internet kinky image site.

  "Now. Ready for the naughty movie. Watch the TV, slut."

  I had the phone on. I recorded it. He got to see it all, including his entire scenario. I repyed it several times for his benefit.

  "Thank me. Make it sincere. I'll tell you, when you can stop. Go on…"

  I enjoyed it, I really did. I ran the coiled up bullwhip over him, smiling as he cringed at its caress. I indicated the ground and he continued thanking me, grabbing my ankles. I put my feet together, and enjoyed a good several minutes of a kissing and thanking and licking show. Poetry. Almost no woman can command this temporary level of fear, awe and respect in her lover. Very, very few. If I were to ever threaten him with it seriously? I would get very, very real fear. He has to imagine what harder, more serious shots could do. He doesn't suspect, he knows, that it would be epic.

  "So. When you see another fantasy video. Two dressed up whores, taking turns bull-whipping some pervert for an hour? Its pure theatrical bullshit. They're using… dirty book store fake whips. Not that I can't y a very serious hurting on you with one of those, because as you see I know how to use it professionally. But, the 200 sh videos, two dressed up whores, uh uh. Pure movie magic, basically. You've seen what the real thing does, and that's as light as its even possible to use it."

  More kissing and licking and thanking me.

  "Still love me? How did that go… worship, right? Hmm."

  More kisses.

  "Tell me all about it. How much you love me. Worship me. And this should serve as one of those gentle reminders. If I were to ever, and I mean ever… you cheat, and I find out? I will get you helpless, for naughty fun time. Somewhere I can swing this thing around. Maybe… in the middle of nowhere, or… a sub basement maybe? Oh yeah. Nice, tall ceiling. Empty cement room. Oh… just imagine it. When I said I would hurt you. Bad. Then kick you to the curb? I'll leave you in a pile. A colpsed heap? Of blood, tears, and snot. You'll be in some emergency room, getting stitched up. They'll be wondering what the hell even happened to you."

  Kisses. Lots of those little kisses.

  "Any more questions? Vaquera will now answer fan questions. Before I tell you what I want, and you'll do it. Whatever it is. Because if you don't? You know what will happen to you. When I say I can whip the skin right off of your naked ass? Its not just a phrase. Are we clear on that?"

  "Yes. Crystal."

  "Mm. Questions?"

  "Um… what did the girl that ran her yap say?"