Chordeva PoV
I was in the midst of completing yet another stack of dreary, boring, soul sapping paperwork regarding shipments between the March and a neighboring Barony when my office door was slammed open.
Not only was it slammed open - very much not appreciated, by the way, since that door was made from some very nice wood - but my neatly stacked and organized papers were suddenly pushed aside as Julie rushed in, panting like she had just run here from the city.
Slowly looking up at the panting Dogkin, I held my tongue and just waited for her, already knowing that if this wasn't something 'incredible' I was going to have to punish her later tonight... either by pounding that amazing ass of hers - literally, since she wasn't too into that - or making liberal use of a whip just to make sure she was properly trained...
