This is always a gamble. Some women hate it, he knows, some women love it, some merely tolerate it. Some know going in, but some don't, not for sure. But it doesn't surprise him that she likes it. He'd already gotten a sense of that.

He presses the tongue of the crop under her chin, pushing her head up. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, then lets her go.

This is another step, he thinks, as he moves around the side of her body to stand behind her. A slow push in a single direction. To match it, he places the toe of his boot in the center of her back and gives her a gentle shove. "Bend down. Get that pretty ass in the air."