A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

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Planet Nix
Pen and I enjoyed a icy glass of bubbles. She
sat on a bale of hay; I lay on my tummy at her feet. I
may be Nixdown, woman of steel, but my bum was
sizzling and sitting down did not strike me as a
particularly attractive proposition.
My bum was burning delightfully. There was no
need to hurry things. The night was still young and
nobody was going to bother us in our sanctuary and I
wanted to savor the moment while I sipped my
favorite tipple.
Penny Ann picked up the leather riding crop
and toyed with it teasingly in her gloved hands. She
was totally relaxed in our private world and she
looked magnificent in her skin hugging shirt with her
tie slightly loosened.
The crop she was holding is one of my
favorites. It is a vintage piece with a braided pig-skin
covered shaft and a engraved silver niello handle,
finished with a horn knob.
I have been collecting crops obsessively since I
was very young and started riding, long before I had