A Post-Divorce Reconciliation

I was sitting in my favorite bar, eating a burger for dinner with a couple of beers and a baseball game. It had been my favorite bar for years because it was only a two block walk to my house. Plus, I had grown to know the bar staff well. I might have to change bars when a woman asked if she could sit in the empty stool next to mine. It was early and there were plenty of empty stools at the bar, why did my ex-wife have to sit in that one.

"Buy me a drink Jack?"

I got the bartenders attention and he came over. He was one of the few bartenders who knew Jesse was my ex-wife. Jesse was my ex-wife mostly because we argued constantly, our friends called us the Bickersons. No matter what I said, she would say the opposite. Of course, she claimed the same thing about me. I sometimes thought arguing was the basis of our relationship and my friends thought I was crazy when I asked Jesse to marry me.

Three years in and we probably spent more time not talking to each other than arguing, plus there were several doors in or house that weren't surviving the slams. Jesse suggested counseling, I couldn't argue that point although I didn't have much hope for success. But things did calm down. During one of the counseling sessions, Jesse blamed her short fuse because I was putting off children. My parents argued constantly, mostly because my mother caught him cheating once or almost cheating my father claimed. Either way, his wedding ring disappeared for months until the dry cleaner found it in his winter coat pocket.

During one of the sessions, I brought up my childhood, stating I didn't want to bring children into a war zone. "Don't cheat on me Jack and you'll have nothing to worry about," she said. The counselor took her side, stating having a child completely changes your priorities. I folded again.

Jesse was positively giddy as we tried to conceive. Our sex life was always good but during that time it was off the charts. When things didn't happen during the first few months, she cut me off only allowing sex during her fertile period. Jesse would watch me while I was in the shower making sure I wasn't jerking off on the "no sex" days that she had mapped out on a calendar.

We went for medical exams after almost a year of failing to conceive and found out I was shooting blanks. Jesse fell into a deep depression and was back at the counselor's office. I wasn't invited.

With no child in the future, the arguments went to a whole new level. Part of the problem was neither one of us were willing to walk away, most of the arguments were over stupid shit like where were we going to eat dinner. I was always surprised the neighbor's never called the cops, never did our fights become physical.

Five years in and I was sleeping on the couch again, emotionally drained after arguing about what color to paint the living room when I realized I just couldn't continue to live my life that way. Before I left for work the next morning, I told Jesse I wanted a divorce. She was fighting back tears when she shouted, "So do I."

Jesse and all her stuff were gone when I got home, she left a note saying she would be staying with her parents for the time being. I tossed the roses I bought onto the counter and they must have sat there for months. But I went through with the divorce which was almost painless. I was able to refinance the house and buy out Jesse's share. Six years after we said I do and year after she moved out, we were officially divorced.

It was less than three months since the official divorce when Jesse sat on that bar stool. It had probably been a year since we last spoke.

"So, how are you doing Jack," she asked.

"Fine Jesse and you?"

"I'm doing okay Jack, working a lot."

I stopped to look at her, She was wearing my favorite dress, she had sexier and more expensive dresses but I always thought she looked absolutely stunning in this one. She was wearing her hair just the way I liked it and just enough makeup to show how beautiful she was. Although there were a lot more lines on her face.

There was a little voice in my head telling me I was walking into a trap.

Then I noticed the wedding and engagement rings on her finger.

"Jesse, when did you get remarried?"

"I never got remarried Jack, I've been wearing these rings for over six years. It keeps the wolves away at work and other places, maybe that's just an excuse."

"Did you ever get those roses off the counter, they were still there probably six months after I moved out. I wasn't spying on you but I couldn't find my winter coat, never did."

"I think it's at the dry cleaners Jesse." She slapped her head and started laughing.

"I have to apologize for cursing you thinking you had tossed it."

My mind went ballistic that Jesse would think I was that petty but I was able to keep my mouth shut but Jesse saw it on my face.

Thinking quick, I said, "How are your parents Jesse, are you still living with them."

"They are doing well, thank you for asking. And yes I still live with them. Financially I didn't see a good reason to move out and I've seen too many women who go nuts after getting a divorce, partying and running around with a new guy every night. My parents have been my anchor. My father misses his baseball buddy."

Jesse's father and I were big fans of our local baseball team, we hit two or three games a year plus a bunch on TV. My parents moved south a year after Jesse and I got married so her father filled that hole in my life. That may have been one of the most painful parts of our divorce.

Jesse's drink turned into a second and a third when the casual touches began, a hand on my arm or a hand on my chest as she excused herself to go to the lady's room. It brought back memories of our first real date, she was in my calc class and had chatted a few times before I got the nerve to ask her out. We went to a movie, then out for a drink afterwards and then the touching began. I remember how special it made me feel and eight or so years later her touch made me feel special again. In my mind she was always a goddess.

Jesse waived off a fifth drink and switched to soda, she said that's three more than she's had in the last year. By that time the bar was filling up with their normal Friday night crowd and my team was getting their ass kicked again.

"Time for me to leave Jesse, it was good seeing you again."

"It was good seeing you again Jack, I'll walk out with you."

The bartender gave me a nod as we left, I must have bitched to him about Jesse a hundred times.

Jesse stumbled as we left the bar, "Are you okay to drive home Jesse."

"I think so, that was just these fucking shoes."

"Thinking so means you're not, come to our house and call a ride share."

It was not lost on either of us that I referred to it as our house. The temperature had dropped while we were inside and Jesse latched onto my arm as we walked and I had that feeling again. Damn this woman.

Once inside, I offered her a glass of wine which she gladly accepted. We continued to chat while standing in the kitchen and Jesse never moved to call a ride share. She started looking at the stain the dead roses left on the countertop.

"Jack, did you buy me roses to apologize for telling me you wanted a divorce?"

"Yes Jesse."

"You never followed through?"

"You had left, and if I remember correctly you also said you wanted a divorce."

"I know, you probably didn't realize how much you hurt me when you said you wanted a divorce."

"Yes I did Jesse, hence the roses. But it was a bullet I couldn't put back in the gun."

Jesse had tears in her eyes, "We both fired many bullets we couldn't take back Jack."

I pulled her in for a hug, her hand was on my chest again, and then her arms were around me. She was looking up at me, I think I saw hope in her eyes as I reached down to kiss her. We continued to kiss while standing in the kitchen, without thinking my hand slipped down to her ass. When she didn't remove it, I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom.

The first round was frantic, I couldn't get our clothes off fast enough and she couldn't get me inside her fast enough. Jesse was coming before I was all the way in and I didn't last long. We each laid there on our backs staring at the ceiling and Jesse grabbed by shirt and held it to her pussy.

"Jesus Jack, how long have you been saving that?"

"When was the last time we had sex Jesse?"

"I never wanted to ask that question Jack, but are you telling me you haven't been with anyone since we separated?"

"Yes Jesse, should I ask the same question?"

"You'll get the same answer Jack."

"Do you have a round two in you Jack? But let me clean myself up a bit first. There's no room in the inn right now for you."

Jesse climbed back in bed and put her mouth on my cock, my cum was still leaking out of her pussy so I decided not to reciprocate. As soon as Jesse thought I was hard enough, she climbed on and was coming again before I was all the way in.

"I always thought your cock was made for my pussy, the perfect size to instantly get my rocks off. I missed this so much."

Jesse slowed down, leaned in and started kissing me as she gently rocked back and forth. My hands went to her tits, she moaned softly as I pinched her nipples.

"I'm coming again Jack, there's always this special feeling when your hands are on me and when you're inside me. Come for me Jack."

I flipped us over and started fucking her hard, she was screeching behind gritted teeth. Her whole body began shaking and I let myself come.

After rolling off Jesse, I hit the bathroom. When I came back, Jesse was in the same position I left her but sound asleep. I laid down next to her and quickly fell asleep. In the morning, I found myself spooning her, the way we slept through most of our relationship when I wasn't on the couch.

I put on coffee and jumped in the shower. Jesse was lying awake when I came out. I fetched her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you Jack, would you be willing to fetch my car and the overnight bag in the trunk?"

I loved the look on her face since it was now obvious that she had a plan when she showed up at the bar. But I did as she asked and when I got back she pulled out bottles of shampoo, conditioner and her hair dryer.

She joined me in the kitchen when she was done and I invited her out to breakfast.

After placing our orders, I said, "Do you always travel with an overnight bag Jesse, or did you have a plan when you came to the bar last night?"

"I had a hope Jack, I wouldn't call it a plan. You could have easily told me to fuck off when I sat down next to you. I wasn't even sure you would be there."

"What, you would have sat at the bar hoping I would come in?"

"No, I would have sat in my car waiting to see if you would come like I did many times before."

"Jesse, have you been stalking me?"

"I wouldn't call it stalking. My father has the baseball schedule on the fridge so I knew when there would be a game on Friday evening. Then it was just a roll of the dice to see if you would show up. The bigger problem was getting the nerve to actually go in. I'm not sure I could have handled if you outright rejected me but the roses gave me some confidence that you wouldn't."

We quietly ate our breakfast. I didn't know what came next, I didn't know what Jesse was thinking. Why not ask?

"So, after last night Jesse, what is your hope now?"

"I don't know Jack or maybe I didn't want to jynx myself by thinking too far ahead. It's also human nature to forget the bad and only remember the good times. But I have to head home soon, my father's family is coming for a visit."

We quietly finished up breakfast and I walked Jesse to her car.

"Tell you parents I said hello please."

Jesse offered me a ride which I declined. It was going to be a beautiful day and I needed to walk.

There was a text waiting for me when I got home, "There's another game this Friday, can I join you at the bar again?"

I told her sure. I was surprised to see her hair care products and other stuff in the bathroom, it looked like she never left.

I sent her a text, "You forgot your hair care stuff, do you want me to run it over."

"I didn't forget it Jack, you can leave it there unless it's in your way."

I spent a crazy amount of time thinking about Jesse during the week. Obviously I was still in love with her but I didn't have the mental strength to brave that war zone again.

Jesse surprised me with her knowledge of baseball that next Friday. Two of our players collided trying to make a catch and Jesse was calling them little leaguers who didn't know how to call for a ball. I was staring at her and she noticed.

"What," she said, "Every kid knows he has to call the ball before he gets to high school. That could cost us the game."

"Since when did you learn so much about baseball?"

"I wasn't the only one who missed you Jack, my father missed his baseball buddy. I'm not trying to lay on a guilt trip. I tried watching some games with him but asked too many stupid questions which made the whole thing worse. So, I started watching baseball videos for dummies and wives. I even took dad to a game for his birthday. But you got to admit those guys are getting paid way too much to make such a dumb mistake."

The sex that night was even better than the week before, I went down on Jesse's freshly shaved pussy and I thought she was going to pull my head off the way she clamped her thighs on me. We had a nice slow making love session, laying on our sides. I couldn't stop telling her how beautiful she was. We showered together in the morning, she sucked me off in the shower and we used the shower wand to make sure her pussy was clean and she gave herself another orgasm.

We went out to breakfast again. I think we were both lost in thought through most of the meal. Jesse had no plans for the afternoon so we decided to hit a farmer's market so Jesse could pick up some stuff to make dinner.

After dinner we started watching TV but never made it upstairs before we started having sex. Every once in a while we both liked it rough. I pulled off Jesse's panties, pushed her onto her knees across the coffee table and started fucking her hard. I gave her ass a few sharp slaps and she was coming hard, I didn't slow up. She was speaking gibberish when I grabbed her hair and pulled her upright. I gave her tits a slap and she squirted on me. It wasn't the first time she squirted but it was rare. My thumbs were fucking her ass when she squirted again. When it was time for me to come, I pushed my cock into her mouth, jerked a few times and painted her face.

Jesse laid there spent, I grabbed a hand towel and started cleaning her face. She got up to use the bathroom and I could see my handprints on her ass. Jesse grimaced when she came back and sat down next to me, she was crying.

"I'm so sorry Jesse, did I hurt you?"

"No Jack, well not in a bad way, but did I do something to make you angry. When we were together and you fucked me like that I always thought you were venting your anger on me. I thought I deserved it and my orgasms were always way over the top. We'll have to do something with the carpet under the coffee table."

"I'm not angry with you Jesse, I was just thinking back to some of the stuff we used to do, some of the stuff I thought you liked. I am sorry if I got carried away."

"Don't be sorry Jack, I did like it, tell me you couldn't tell although my pussy will be out of commission until next weekend."

That type of stuff repeated itself over the next few weeks, we would meet up on Friday evening, spend the weekend together and Jesse would head back to her parents on Sunday evening. More and more of her clothes were appearing back in what had been her side of the closet.

One of those weekends we were out for breakfast when Jesse asked me if I would join her father for a game and her mother would make dinner. We spent many a Sunday like that before we separated. Bringing her father back into our lives caused me to pause.

"Jesse, we have been getting along great but we also got along great before we got married. Before we make your father lose his baseball buddy again, how do we avoid the war zone we created when we were married."

"I'm glad you asked that question Jack. Although I have to disagree with you on how great it was before we got married. How many of our friends called us the Bickersons, its human nature to forget the bad. I spent a lot of time with the counselor after we separated, crying my heart out, how could you leave me even though I was the one who left. You know how counselors are supposed to be so nice and nurturing as they try and guide you to a solution to your problems. One night he was anything but nice and nurturing."

"He said I was a classic example of "Only Child Syndrome," or "Princess Syndrome," essentially a spoiled brat. He actually called me a spoiled brat. My parents gave me anything I wanted and I always chose what we had for dinner, what movies we watched and anything else. And then I met a good looking man who was head over heels in love with me and wanted to give me anything I wanted. But any man or woman could only do that for so long before they feel they are losing themselves, and when you said no, I lost it and bit your head off. Even when what you wanted is what I wanted in the first place, I couldn't agree with you because that would be losing. I could not allow myself to lose. I gave the counselor the finger and stormed out of his office."

"But that night I realized he was right, I didn't agree with his methodology but it worked."

"I apologized the next time I saw him and he has been helping me. There's a lot of stuff on-line about it if you want to read up on it."

Jesse grabbed my hand, "I can't promise I'll be perfect, but I promise I'll try and with your help I think I could be the woman you thought you were marrying. And to show you how committed I am, I'll give you my ass or anything else you want."

"I've been asking for your ass for years Jesse."

"Right Jack, and maybe it will hurt, but it hurts when you smack my ass and that makes me come, it hurts when you abuse my tits and that makes me come. Will fucking my ass hurt, probably, will it make me come? Let's find out. It could be anything else, except sharing like threesomes or anything like that. You can tie me up, you can tie me up and fuck my ass. My body is yours."

"Ok," I said, "to reduce the pain when I fuck your ass, you should pick up some butt plugs. There's a little sex shop on the highway, "Love Stuff and More," I think it's called. Go in there and buy some plugs and some lube. And pick up one of those remote control vibrators."

"I'm not sure what to get?"

"I'm sure there's somebody who works there who can help you out."

"So, you want me to go into a sex shop, talk to the clerk on duty about butt plugs, lube and remote control vibrators and buy what he recommends? Stuff I could easily buy on-line."

"Buying it online would be too easy, besides, I bet your pussy will be dripping down your leg on your way home." I smiled.

"And Jesse, stay out of the video booths."

I did watch the game with her dad on Sunday and her mom made a fantastic dinner, they were both overly happy to see me.

On Wednesday, I got a call from Jesse, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, you better be naked, on your back with a hard cock."

"Did you go to the sex shop?"

"Yes, and my pussy is dripping down my legs and I'm ruining this dress. Skip the hard cock, get your tongue ready because I'm planting my pussy on your face so you can clean up this mess."

Jesse dropped her skirt somewhere before she entered the bedroom, slipped off her panties and threw them at me.

"Feel how wet they are."

She didn't really give me a chance before setting her pussy onto my mouth. I licked, she moaned and rocked back and forth. I never saw her that wet before. After coming a few times, she dropped her pussy onto my cock and started bouncing up and down, harder than I ever before.

"Play with your tits for me Jesse."

She grabbed her tits and started mauling them.

'I'm coming Jack, it's going to be a big one."

Every time she lifted up, she squirted, then she would collapse back down and shudder. I don't know how many times she repeated that process, but I was definitely laying in a small puddle.

"I need you to drive Jack and come for me please."

I rolled her over and slammed into her a few times before I came.

"I'm guessing you enjoyed your visit to the sex shop."

"The clerk was a woman and there were a few men wondering around. I tried to be quiet but not her, 'so is this the first time you're taking a cock in your ass," she says. Every man turned and looked at me. She wanted to know how big you were, I couldn't give her an answer, so she took me to a wall of dildos and kept handing me different size dildos until I found one that I thought was similar in size to you, then she wanted your number. I spent a hundred dollars on butt plugs, lube, that remote control vibrator and she talked me into buying some enemas and a dildo."

"Put a butt plug in me Jack, there's a small one in the bag. She said the sooner I start stretching my ass the better. Then she started telling me how much she loved having a cock in her ass and one in her cunt at the same time. That's how she talked me into buying the dildo. She invited me to her place after she got off so we could have some girlie fun, she was certain I would taste good. I think the men were going to come in their pants."

Jesse got on her hands and knees on the bed as I lubed up the butt plug. I lubed up her ass and started to push the plug in, but she was clenching her ass. I gave her ass a sharp slap and pushed the plug in, Jesse started to yell about the slap and then collapsed on the bed.

"I'm coming," she shouted. I continued to work the plug in and out of her ass and she continued to come. Eventually she asked me to stop and then begged me to stop. I left the plug in her ass and she laid on the bed purring. I let her lay there, she didn't seem interested in moving.

I was watching TV in the living room maybe a half hour later when she came out.

Jesse snuggled up against me, "Thank you Jack, that was the most erotic experience of my life. Between the way those men were looking at me, the way the clerk was talking to me, the way you licked me and then fucked my ass with that plug. I can't wait until it's your cock in my ass."

"Speaking of cocks, yours has been ignored all evening." Jesse dropped to her knees and sucked me off, she tried to force more and more of my cock into her throat. Jesse never tried to deep throat me before but she was trying hard right then. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her deeper onto my cock, finally her nose was pressed against my belly and I shot my load right down her throat.

"Oh my god Jack, as soon as you started pulling my hair I was coming again and I couldn't even taste you, all of you cum went right down my throat." She had moved back on the couch with me, "Jack, were you venting anger when you were pulling my hair?"

"No Jesse, I have no anger to vent."

"Can I spend the night Jack?"

"Sure Jesse, what about clothes for work tomorrow?"

"I have some things in an overnight bag in my trunk if you could get them."

"Planning ahead Jesse?"

"Just hoping again Jack."

That was the first of many Wednesday night stays. Friday night, Jesse stopped at our place before we went to the bar for the game. She was wearing a skirt with yoga shorts underneath. I asked her about the outfit.

"I want you to put one of the butt plugs in my ass before we go to the bar and I thought the yoga shorts would hold it in better. It would be embarrassing if it fell out while in we were in the bar."

Jesse pulled off the yoga shorts and her skirt as she knelt on the couch I lubed up the butt plug she gave me and applied some to her ass. This time she let the plug in without a fight and she came. I helped her stand up and she leaned against me. She took me hand and placed it on her very wet pussy.

"What's the opposite of a spoiled bitch Jack?"

She didn't wait for me to answer, "A submissive slut Jack, I could be your submissive slut, just yours though."

I pushed her feet apart, spreading her legs and gave her pussy a sharp slap. She squirted on the floor as collapsed to her knees. The butt plug ended up on the floor. I tried to help her up again.

"You need to wait a second mister, and as long as I'm down on me knees you might as well put that butt plug back in."

Jesse came again when I put the plug back in but didn't squirt this time and I helped her get her yoga shorts back on.

I was enjoying watch Jesse squirm as she sat on the bar stool. She had to pull the plug when she went to the ladies room so when we got back to our place, I had fun pushing it back in while I fucked her. I had fun watching her cum so hard she couldn't speak. Jesse was trying to say something but it was mostly gibberish.

Eventually I realized she was begging me to come.

Jesse spasmed while I was coming and collapsed on a very wet bed. We did have a bed in the second bedroom which was normally covered with various things looking for a home. After clearing off the bed, I scooped Jesse up and laid her on the dry bed, grabbed some blankets and pillows and laid down next to her. As I went to spoon her, I realized she still had the butt plug in so I pulled it out. She shuddered again.

We went out for breakfast again the next morning and the waitstaff knew our names by then.

"Jack, I hate to fuck up a good thing but I would like to move back in, back to our home. What do you think? I'm not asking you to marry me again, at least right now but hopefully we can keep this good thing going."

A thousand thoughts were going through my head. I wasn't opposed to the idea but it was much harder to get along with someone you were living with, but we were spending most of our non-work hours together anyway. But something she said last night was bothering me.

"Talk to me Jack, you have seconds before I run out of this restaurant crying my eyes out. I can see the wheels turning in your head, what are you thinking?"

"It's what you said last night, about the opposite of a spoiled bitch is a submissive slut. That might be fun in the bedroom but I don't want my life partner to be submissive or domineering, I want a life partner who will be my equal. Does that make sense?"

Jesse sat there staring at me, "Talk to me Jess, I can see the wheels turning in your head."

Finally, Jesse said, "Ok."

"Wait a minute Jesse, you can't boil down five minutes of conversation into 'Ok'."

"You want me to be your equal in most matters of our relationship but enjoy when I play submissive in the bedroom. Under those conditions, you're agreeable to me moving back in. Did I miss anything?"

"No, I guess not."

"That's settled then. Is this afternoon too soon to move my stuff over?"

"I was thinking something a little more gradual before you overwhelm our closet space with all of your stuff. We also need to buy a waterproof cover for the mattress or some other solution if you have any ideas?"

"OK, what if today, I move in enough clothes for the upcoming week. I already have most of the bathroom things I would need there. We could always make better use of the closet in the second bedroom.

And Jesse began moving her stuff in and her parents brought over a carload. We certainly had different understandings what she would need for a week. How many different pair of shoes could she wear in one week?

But that was Saturday and Jesse was going to give up her ass that night. I could overlook the pile of shoes in our closet. Jesse came to bed in a sexy nightie after using the enema. She knelt on the bed, that beautiful ass sticking up in the air, waiting for me to shove a but plug in. I loved her ass and couldn't resist a few slaps as I eased down the sexy panties she was wearing. With two fingers full of lube, I started to stretch her ass.

"Are you ready to be my submissive slut Jesse."

"Yes Jack, don't forget I have the dildo and the vibrator. They had lots of other toys there you could use on me, paddles, nipple clamps, collars and ball gags."

"I think you would like another visit to the store. And you should call me master."

I started pushing the butt plug in and Jesse shuddered, I could see her pussy begin to drip.

"Suck my cock Jesse as your ass gets stretched on the new plug."

Jesse took my cock into her mouth or actually I pushed my cock into her mouth and started to slowly fuck her face.

After grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her off my cock and said, "If your my submissive slut, I can be as rough as I want."

"Yes Master," she said with a smile.

While maintaining my grip on her hair, I started fucking her face hard. A few pushes later I was in her throat and able to smack her ass, driving her whole body forward. Her mouth felt good, but it was time to take her ass. I lubed up my cock, pulled the plug out and started pushing my cock in. The head went in easy and I slowly pushed the rest in. Jesse started coming when I was only halfway in and she collapsed on the bed. I pulled her off the bed so only her torso was supported and shoved the rest of my cock in.

Using a handful of her hair for leverage, I started fucking her ass hard. My slaps were turning her ass red. I pulled her upright and mauled her tits. Jesse was in a non-stop orgasm moaning "fuck me."

Maybe I still was venting some anger because I was enjoying dominating her body like this. I was about to dump my first load into her ass but I wanted some waterworks first. I pulled her upright again, away from the bed and started slapping her pussy. She began squirting like a firehose and so was my dick squirting into her ass.

A limp Jesse collapsed on the bed while I went and washed my dick off. I came back with a clean washcloth and cleaned the lube off of Jesse's ass. It was still gaping and some of my come was leaking out. I took some pictures with my phone of her gaping ass and my handprints then I helped Jesse into bed. She was sleeping seconds later.

We were snuggling in the morning and I asked if she enjoyed herself the night before.

"I liked the experience and I certainly came a lot. The whole enema thing was revolting. And I certainly believe you were venting some anger last night but I don't mind. However, you're going to have to nurse me today, my ass is so sore I'm either laying here or on the couch. You got dinner."

"What happened to my submissive slut?"

"She'll be back when the sun goes down. I think there's some after sun cream in the medicine cabinet, could my master get some of that and rubbed it into my ass cheeks."

Jesse would visit the sex shop once a month and slam her pussy on my face every time she came back. She liked the nipple clamps and I liked the slut collar and leash she bought. Jesse also bought a paddle that I liked to use on her ass or tits when she was tied up.

For the most part, Jesse kept the spoiled bitch well under control, when she didn't, I sent her to go get the paddle. Sometimes I think she let the spoiled bitch loose on purpose.