Zoey simply sat in silence after her assessment was given, simply enjoying the food. She tried and failed to ignore the look of enjoyment on Quentin's face. She knew that he was already planning ways to improve his creation. The slight stirring against her thigh told her he was looking forward to it. Though she would never admit it, she was too as long as she was not required to function with it on. Her reverie was broken when he pushed her from his lap. She did not know if he meant to shove her to the floor but distracted as she was she could not right herself in time and that is where she ended up. She pouted and looked up at him before getting to her feet.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Yes Master."</span>was her response to his commands. She was very apprehensive about doing this. She was not this kind of person. As prideful as she may have been in her old life, she was not cruel. She watched Quentin stretch and looked at him.<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you for the meal Master. It was most delicious."</span>She was not trying to avoid her orders, she was straightening her clothing but she still felt it was a good idea to thank her Master for any kindness. He left and she went to quickly clean up and then stood before the drawer with all of the assorted implements of punishment. After a lengthy debate she opted for the crop. It was something that she knew only too well how much it hurt and it was light so if Quentin wanted her to really give them a thrashing she would not earn one herself when her arms got tired. With that she hurried to the drawing room and slipped inside. Her breathing was nervous and fast and her breasts strained the corset she wore. She was still having a hard time believing that this was actually happening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>