Epilogue
Mistress Jane stood over the trembling girl, let the whip rest in her she contemplated her next move, and hoped she would please her husband and master.
"On your knees, worthless slave," she intoned in a voice bleached of all emotion.
She stood solemn and steady as a statue, deadly as a cobra poised to strike. This was her first task as trainer. She intended it to be a success.
She stepped close to the girl. "Lick my cunt. Lick it properly, and you may be spared the lash."
As the newest addition to the servant staff shot her tongue between Jane's pussy lips, Clark murmured his approval. "We shall discuss this in the nursery later," he told his wife and left her alone with her slave.
Adrian would be there, as well as Sherry. And the whip. The glorious whip.
"Make me come, slave!" she ordered.
The whip cracked across naked, trembling flesh.
"NOW!"