Spencer hooked a hand under Dr. Thomas's arm to help hold her steady.  "Are you well?  Take your time, Doctor."  He turned his attention toward their guide, who had just finished investigating the professor's face.  "I must say, this is a far more active haunt than I was expecting.  What game is this exactly?  Was it a possession?  A hallucination?  I find it fascinating that treading over the burial spot of a murder victim should incur such a reaction.  When the professor has had a moment to recover, I wish to know all that she saw and heard.  Have we the time for that?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">-------​</div><br/>Clause nodded solemnly.  He and James were well-practiced in making whores "agreeable", having gone through this exercise with several women even before Leanna.  Their familiarity had reached a point where their movements were quick and efficient and they could even anticipate each others' needs.  Knowing that James could wish to clean the subjects, Clause made his way over to his master's washbasin and poured out a bowl of water to bring to his partner.<br/><br/>Next, he rummaged through the chest for his own implement of choice.  He pulled out a black riding crop, which had the weathered and frayed appearance of something that had seen heavy use over the years, and slapped it against the palm of his hand a few times.  The butler had a preference for the lightweight tools, which allowed for more control and finesse in their application of discipline.  As James worked between the buxom maid's legs, Clause walked a slow circle around the helpless woman.<br/><br/>With the leather tip of the riding crop, he flicked gently at her left nipple, watching as it grew taut against his touch, before he whipped her across her breast.  He repeated the same on her right side, teasing the nipple with the crop until they stiffened and then striking her skin sharply.  Clause walked to her backside, lashing at her buttocks, her legs, her shoulders, and her arms.  Leanna's pained cries filled the room, a sound that Clause was so accustomed to that it garnered no reaction from him.  And when James had finished cleaning her, Clause ran the end of the riding crop against her bare slit and leaned into her ear.<br/><br/>"Sir insists you are agreeable," he growled.  "When you have ceased your pathetic mewls and are prepared to submit, you will do so by addressing Mister Gordon as 'Master'."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a><a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a><a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>