On paper, the girl was a terrible hire. No experience, few qualifications, but Mia had seen something in her eagerness. And training was going so well.
Mia brought the crop down sharply on the girl’s ass, making her gasp and squeal. She was so easy to mold, so desperate to please. The collar was the final touch. Something to wear in private or at the morning’s 1-1 “mentoring” sessions.
Mia brought the crop down twice more.
“Thank you Miss.” Her new pet gasped.
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