<b>Chapter </b>275
Are your <b>going </b>to hit pra
“No. <b>I </b>would never hurt a little.”
My <b>mind </b>is running a mile a minute nning this little activity.
You said a mistake could be costly. Have you done this before<i>?</i><i>” </i>
Now alpha is asking for additional details as I finish arranging everything.
“I have. It’s rare but asionally I can convince parents to let me teach their pup over my father/
“Have you ever failed?” The one question I expected but really didn’t want to exin.
“Yes.” I speak quietly as I motion Madisyn over to me.
I get down on one knee, getting to her level as 1 prepare to teach her a big lesson. “It’s very important that you trust me and follow my directions <b>exactly</b><b><i>. </i></b>Just like at the table, not following my directions will hurt. Me more than you but the potential for both is there. If I tell you to be loose, then I need you to be floppy. Nice and jiggly. When I tell you to freeze, you get stiff as a board. Do you understand?”
She nods her head almost giggling.
“I’m d you’re rxed but no one in my pack has ever been happy with this lesson. It has worked more often than not in stopping the bad behavior <b>but </b><b>no </b>one will be happy when I’m done.”
I can hear the nervousness in my voice as alpha and luna shift briefly in their seats. <b>I </b>stand and take several deep breaths, narrowing in my focus for the stunt I’m getting ready to show.
“I’m going to pick you up. I need you to be loose and rxed.”
She smiles as she holds her arms out<b>, </b><b>away </b>from her sides. I bend down, cing my hands under her arms<b>, </b>whimpering slightly from the pain of her added weight as I lift her up. I toss her lightly side to side testing her weight in my hands.
“You weigh more than your sister, by about ten pounds.”
I stop a moment, struck by alpha’s look of curiosity. I cock my head silently, waiting for alpha to answer a question I haven’t asked.
“Is that bad?” Madisyn brings me back to her.
“Not bad, sweetpea. Just something I have to ount for. Are you ready? I promise this will not hurt you. It will scare you but not hurt you.”
“I’m not scared.” She looks at me with wide brown eyes that appear to beughing.
<b>I </b>start slowly. Just barely tossing her enough to leave my hands and fall back into them in less than a second. It’s a popr child’s game that I’ve seen every parent engage in. Only mine has a twist at the end.
After getting a better idea of her weight for a minute I toss her slightly higher. Now it takes a second for her to be back in my hands. I build the height that she’s being tossed for several seconds. Each time, I’m tracking how high <b>she’s </b>going and how long it takes for her to get back to my hands. Once it’s consistent, easily predictable, that’s when I move to the next stage.
I continue where I’m at, height wise<b>, </b>for another minute or two. She has the broadest, most beautiful smile on her face and I’m taking my time enjoying it. Scaring her the way I do the pups, still hurts me I hate the idea of bringing tears to her eyes.
I take several deep breaths, preparing myself for my dramatic ending. When ready, let go. It only takes a matter of seconds for Madisyn to pass <b>my </b>hands and head to the floor. It only takes <b>a </b>second/longer for her to realize she’s missed thefort of my hold.
The <b>Son </b>of Red Fang